Falyn Pov
“So, you’re a werewolf. Amelia is also a werewolf,” Arlo said randomly as we all sat down to eat dinner. My mind was still reeling from the strange emotions inside me, unsure what to even think. I had heard so much of their conversation when they were cooking together, having been standing there in the living room with my back pressed against the wall, listening in. The way Cain got so soft and quiet, talking to my mother, I wasn’t sure what to think about it. So far, I had simply seen him as a tall and frustratingly hot musclehead, incapable of emotions and simply just messing around. But watching him cook with her, the soft way he stared at her, and the sadness in his voice when he talked about Colette, it left me breathless. To think you’re not worthy of calling someone who r
