“You are joking, right?” I asked when I finally found my voice.
“I am not joking,”
“You are lying, you cannot possibly be twenty-five with the way you look,”
Okay, he was laughing a few seconds ago but now, he looked offended, and I didn't understand why I found joy in seeing the annoyance in his eyes. Who knows, he had it in him?
“I am twenty-five,”
“So, why do you look so young?”
“Because not everyone grows quickly and some people age slowly,”
“Hmm,” now that he put it this way. There were some werewolves that looked younger than their real age.
“What are you humming for?” He looked as if he wanted to break my head open to see what was inside.
“So you are twenty five even if you look around my age, and you live alone,”
“Yeah,”
“You are not a killer who lures strangers into hi
