Every time Layton said that I was a human, I cringed at the words. I hated to be lying to him, but I just didn’t feel ready to tell him the truth.
He had told me he was a Werewolf. It was the biggest secret he could tell anyone who wasn’t a shifter, yet I couldn’t bring myself to do the same.
“No, there is nothing different when a Wolf marks a She-Wolf to when he marks a human. She’s not supposed to react like this.”
The doctor made someone bring me some orange juice and he gave me some vitamins to take.
“I don’t understand how she’s awake if she’s lost all the blood that you say she has lost,” the doctor said.
This time when Layton growled, the doctor completely backed off from the bed.
“Are you trying to imply that I lied?” Layton asked him through gritted teeth.
He’d gotten up fr
