She turns her shocked gaze on me, eyes dropping down to the gunshot wound, then bouncing back to my face. Blood still runs down my side. Too much blood. They must have done something to those bullets to affect my regeneration abilities.
“A shifter.” Awe cloaks the words. “A werewolf.”
“Yes,” I admit. I hadn’t planned on the show and tell, but what’s done is done. I’ll figure out what to do with her and her forbidden knowledge of our kind when this is all over.
“That’s why the light spectrum activated the cells.”
“What do you mean?” I ask sharply.
“I used a spectrum similar to moonlight and the cells changed.”
I make a non-committal sound. She thinks I’m the beast from the movies who can’t help but change during the full moon. Whatever. I don’t need to illuminate her, especially if I’
