~Eliana~

It was a little bit sunny outside, and boredom was at its peak. I was trying to write something, but it appeared that I had unfortunately come down with a writer’s block. I needed to clear my head, and just write something... anything. I had this deadline by Friday, which was three days away, and I still couldn’t figure out a captivating plot twist in a drama I was co-writing.

When we had gone to the lake house almost two weeks ago, I had asked Alistair all sorts of questions about werewolves, in order to get an idea for this script that seemed so impossible to write. Alistair was...