Shirley's POV
If he made such a request, he'd be dying soon. My wolf and I had no problem with that, but then, I felt a part of me would be gone.
Everyone who wants to die leaves a signature and I guess he wants to live a good life.
My mind was racing, as his smirk effortlessly slipped his charm into place.
I felt a familiar sense of unease as I exhaled softly, my stomach rumbled as it seemed as though I had taken something poisonous.
His soft gaze was suddenly replaced by a frown as he sucked his breath. I was scared but in such a situation, it's best I bury it.
"If it's a joke, stop" he barked, and I shuddered, shutting my eyes a bit.
I knew this wouldn't work, it's difficult to change a man, let alone a werewolf.
He folded his fists, growled and gestured to me to sign it. Why do
