BELLE
“Okay, so you’re a werewolf.”
Grayson raised an eyebrow. “Caught that, did you?” I glared at him. “How?” I asked.
“How what?”
“How are you a werewolf?”
He leaned back, thinking about it for a second.
“Well, it’s complicated. We’re not sure. I was born like this. I got my wolf when I hit puberty....