Autumn… His eyes changed to gold again and his face hardened. “He was touching you.” “You protected me.” “I should have killed him.” “But you didn’t. You had the control to stop yourself. If something had happened that you had bitten him and he had gotten away we would have another werewolf on our hands and who knows what kind of monster a man like that would make.” “He wouldn’t have gotten away from me.” “Could you have killed him? If I hadn’t stopped you?” “Yes.” The seriousness in his eyes told me not to question him. “Could you?” “I’ve killed before.” “Not a plain man. You’ve killed dogs, monsters, animals, but not a man.” “Would it be so different? Once I kill a werewolf, it turns back into the man it had once been.” “A werewolf can’t beg for its life, a werewolf wouldn’t t

