Lola watched Max sleep. It was a real one in two days. She has watched him switch to what she can't describe, not transformed, but his mind was controlled and his eyes changed color. He looked dangerous, it intrigued her, not gripped by fear when she saw him in that state.
She couldn't believe that moonlight tales shared with them when they were kids could be a reality that she would witness someday. Max's encounter with an old woman transformed his life. If it was before when her unforgiving heart had clouded her sense of reasoning, she would have been happy that Max got what he deserved from being arrogant and boastful.
It was sad how the world moved on as if someone like Max Donovan didn't exist when a few days ago, everyone was talking about him, accusing him wrongly and seeking to interview him. And if she does a little throwback to weeks ago, he was someone they envied and admired. Someone gives positive reviews in his face and then goes behind to make negative remarks.
