I raised an eyebrow at the guy, wondering what he was getting at. Of course, I’m a wolf, had I ever pretended to be anything else? I don’t see why I would because to hide my true nature would be as difficult as breathing.
“How are you a wolf?” the guy with the scar asked, his voice soft and gentle despite the tough exterior he is exuding.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked them. This is getting ridiculous. Why are they getting shocked that I’m a wolf like it’s some kind of surprise they were not expecting?
“Because you are human, aren’t you?” asked the man with the gentle eyes.
“I think evidence says the opposite,” I told them, unable to discern why they have it in their minds that I’m human.
Unless, I thought as I remembered how my scent, body temperature, and heartbeat changes on my own
