"Something seems to be bothering you still." He notes. He could always read me well. He never paid much attention until now; maybe that's why he's now noticing it.
He was right. Something else was bothering me; it's been bothering me since yesterday. I haven't been able to wrap my finger around it, and maybe that's why I'm so miserable.
"When I marked Autumn, I could taste her blood," I explain.
"And?" he asks. "Did it not taste as good as you'd think it would?" he teases.
No, it was f*****g amazing. But that wasn't what I was getting at.
"It was different." I try to explain. "I know what a werewolf's blood tastes like. Her blood was a mixture of something else. . . Almost like a hybrid. But I know my head must be screwing with me because both of her parents are werewolves; she ca
