Nimrodel looked up to see Ainaserkewen coming toward her. Wiping away her own tears, she started to rise. Then she remembered. She wanted so badly to go put her arms around her friend. But she could be a werewolf. Or not. Nervously she twisted her fingers and looked away. I can't say anything. I will not! If I open my big mouth and someone hears... they might hear something to make them think Aina did it! Nim had a way of speaking her mind... accidentally. Instead she said, "Yes. I heard." She couldn't bring herself to look Aina in the eyes. Foolish! You suspect your own friend! But of course she didn't do it. Not Aina. Never Aina. But what if she is? It's possible. She looked toward the crowd and heard murmurs of phantom and Fordim's name. She couldn't believe they were werewolves either. Well, someone is! If I have to vote for someone to die, I don't know what I will do!
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*.:A friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart:.*
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