The grandfather’s clock in the study room had ticked to midnight an hour ago. The chatterbox was already thrown away outside by Jay after thorough questioning.
Jay leaned his body on the leather chair, staring up at the darkened ceiling. He really did not want to know some deep s**t about this bizarre event but he much preferred not being treated like a fool. Especially by Zinon.
Roan, despite being wimpy, had only told him about the general truth which had confirmed some of his suspicions. This house… the people in this house can all turn into wolves save for a few humans that were mated to a member of the pack. And that the Stavros and the Vouvali had been butting each other’s heads since years ago. And the attack that night was a clear declaration of the beginning of another war.
Oth
