17
Tyla
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Blake asked. “You’ve never asked me to do this kind of stuff before.”
“I know. Just please trust me when I say I can’t really explain it right now. Maybe one day I will.”
He sighed. “I don’t mind helping you, Tyla. When do you think you’ll be coming back?”
“Hopefully soon. Call me when you find out something.”
“Will do. Stay safe out there.”
We hung up and I prayed he found something soon. Our options were running low.
“He’s starting to ask a lot of questions,” Sebastian said.
I slid my phone in my purse. “He’s a cop, of course he’s going to ask. The thing is, I know he’d keep our secret if I told him what we are.”
“But you can’t. Humans don’t have the capability of understanding what we truly are. They see werewolves in the movies and in books
