Hunter takes me upstairs to his room and sits me on the bed. I stare at the floor, lost in thought.
"Lil." He whispers moving a strand of hair out of my face.
I look into his blue eyes. "Werewolves... are real." I say dazed.
He nods.
"But how?" I say in a low voice looking down.
(I know it's a stupid question and he probably doesn't know how to answer it but I can't help but ask it.)
He doesn't say anything.
"And you are one?" I ask.
He nods.
I look back at the floor losing myself again.
"Lil, we don't hurt people. And I'm not going to hurt you." He says.
We stay quiet for a bit, with him watching me. After a few minutes, I start coming back from my shock.
"Tell me about it... how... how does it work." I say lowly.
"My kind, we live in packs. Which is this house.
