I groaned and rolled over, away from the bright white lights. I could feel them burning through my eyelids, and someone rolled me back over to face them. I growled at them and rolled back over. This continued for a few minutes, before, finally, they realized I was not going to cooperate. Sighing, there was a soft clink, and then I felt another needle prick my inside wrist. Within a minute or two, I was floating again. Muffled voices spoke words I couldn’t understand, but the one word I did understand was ‘wolf’. Then everything faded.

When I woke up, my nails were painted a bright red color. Wait, no, that wasn’t nail polish… That was blood? And my hands were tied down? My hands were tied down, there was blood on my hands, and I was in what looked like a hospital bed. There was only one conclusion that my friends had guessed all along, ever since I was young. If they were here, the first words out of their mouth would’ve been, " Oh, Carlie! You finally snapped and killed someone, didn’t you?" But how..