Zander didn’t expect Aria’s questions. He is trying not to burst into laughter at her questions, because who wouldn’t? Did she really think he has rabies or fleas?
“You can ask one question at a time so we’ll get the facts straight, love.” He told her and she nodded.
“Okay.” Aria chirped, as her whole face was beaming with excitement.
“Ask away?”
“Were you bitten?” She asked and Zander shook his head.
“I was born this way.”
“What exactly are you? A werewolf?”
“A bit of it.” He answered and then Aria furrowed her eyebrows.
“What do you mean a bit?” She asked.
Zander sighed and he pulled Aria to the couch to sit. He sat beside her while holding her hand.
“My grandfather was a werewolf, and it was my grandmother who was a lycan. Her genes were stronger than grandpa so all of her chi
