Terror coloring her features, Louisa stared at the sight of Andrew's hands. How was it possible?
Satisfied at her reaction, Andrew retracted his nails, making his fingers go back to what Louisa considered normal.
"You believe now that I am a werewolf, right?"
All she did was stare at his fingers, even though they'd gone back to normal. She was scared out of her wits. Who did that? It seemed that day was a bad one for her. Why did she keep experiencing and witnessing strange things?
"You are not responding? You need to understand and accept that we are werewolves, then the rest of what we are going to tell you will be easier for you to digest.
"Can you leave me alone, please? I need to be on my own." She said in a whisper.
"Why? You no longer want to hear why you had to come here?" T
