The way he pronounced those words gave me chills. It couldn't be. But it could. I had him in front of me. Dylan's father. But I couldn't act like I knew who he was.
"Is that supposed to mean something?" I raised an eyebrow.
"You're very disrespectful."
"Am I supposed to apologize?"
Atticus growled. He was significantly taller than me and he was in really good shape, besides he wasn't that old, maybe 40 or so, I knew he was a man you shouldn't mess with. But it was me we were talking about. I wasn't going to let him frighten me.
"I'll ask you one more time."
"I'm not replying anything."
"What were you doing with Declan?"
I stood quiet.
"You're a mere human," he spat the words with disgust. "How do you know about the existence of werewolves?"
No words came out of my mouth.
"Answer
