Cami looks at me from head to toe while I take the dishes from the table. She’s hovering around me as if she wants to say something. It’s weird and awkward, to say the least.
Unable to contain it longer, I ask, “What?” My focus is still on wiping the table.
“I am just trying to understand why you attract huge men?”
Because I am a werewolf. Most of my acquaintances are werewolves or hunters or anyone who needs a well-maintained body to prosper and survive. They also have the genes for it.
I keep that in mind though. Instead, I say, “I don’t attract huge men.”
“Nathan is the smallest lover you have. And he is already as big as Alli.”
“Nathan is my childhood friend,” I correct. “I only have one boyfriend.”
She sniffs me and I move away while ensuring that the wound on my neck is well-
