““I was normal, I reminded myself. Just a regular seventeen-year-old girl, about to face against a werewolf with nothing more than…Okay, well, I did have a big-ass sword and a ghost. That had to count for something. I glanced over at Elodie. She was staring into the woods, looking vaguely bored. “Um, hi,” I said. “Werewolf headed this way. Are you even a little concerned about that?” She smirked at me and gestured toward her glowing body. I read her lips: “Already dead.” “Right. But if I get killed, too, you and I are so not becoming ghost BFFs.” Elodie gave me a look that said there was no danger of that happening.””
