Carrie sat silently, blinking at Drew. As he spoke, he seemed genuine and sincere. She could not decide whether that meant he was telling the truth or was delusional, believing it to be true. Werewolves were only in fantasy and horror. They were not real.
“A werewolf? I don’t know what kind of game you are playing, but it is not funny. After today, it is even less funny than it would be otherwise,” Carrie said, scowling at Drew. “Why would you think you are a werewolf? Do you turn into a monster each full moon?”
“No, I don’t turn into a monster each full moon,” Drew said, the corners of his mouth ticking up into the hint of a smile. “I do, however, turn into a giant black wolf whenever the mood strikes me. I am the leader of my pack, making me an Alpha. As an Alpha, my wolf is larger and
