Description:Bullshit is spelled ‘You’re a werewolf’.
First, my parents tell me I’m going to be “checking into the Red Roof Inn” every month, and now, they tell me I’m a werewolf?!
Add to that I need to pick a mate and enter into some wolfy marriage—NOPE.
Not.
Going.
To.
Happen.
They can’t make me.
Everyone thinks this is just a phase but nineteen is the new two—and I’m going to show them how terrible I can be.
Buckle up, bitches, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.