Ezra’s POV
Zoya's words hung in the air, weaving a web of confusion and disbelief around me.
"I know… I know what you truly are."
Did she just say what I thought she just said? Or were my ears deceiving me?
Her revelation pierced through the shield of denial I had hastily constructed, urging me to confront the truth that had been concealed for far too long.
A flicker of resistance danced in my eyes as I searched for a way to dismiss her claims, to attribute them to the haze of her fevered state.
What could I even possibly say in response? What if she was talking about something else entirely, and if I wasn’t careful with my words, I’d end up giving away my identity as a werewolf when in fact it wasn’t what she meant at all?
What did you know? What are you talking about? How much do
