Diane flinched, different thoughts crossing her mind, imaginations about suffering the repercussions of doing that not exempted. She trembled visibly. Ophelia could tell what was going through her mind from just the body language. She moved up close, pressed her fingers to either sides of her cheeks

'Look, Diane. I do not care whether you're down for this or not. We're doing this and there's no way you're escaping from this.. Maybe things work have been much better if you had stopped them from taking him away that day'.

'It's not easy as it seems. I'm a powerless, teenage werewolf. What could I have done to make them halt their...