"I'm a werewolf."
I stared at Luke with my eyes wide, my mouth agape. What kind of joke is he pulling right now? "Are you jo—"
"I'm not joking," Luke cut me off as he tightened his grip on me, "I really am a werewolf."
I gulped my saliva down my throat as I stared at him. His confession made me notice how similar he was to a certain wolf. Black hair and red eyes. The similarities were impeccable. How could I not notice this before?
That time when I was dragged out of the house by a rogue, Wolfie was the one who helped me. But then Luke came to my room as if he knew what had happened to me. He was also hurt the night of the party, where Wolfie helped me and got hurt because of the fight. He hurt his arm... and Wolfie hurt his front leg. I always brushed the questions regarding these events away from my mind as I thought there was probably nothing important. But now, everything just matches perfectly.
"Are you Wolfie?" I asked him.
