DALIA'S POV
Survival instincts immediately kicked in, and I crawled backwards away from him.
His brows furrowed, and he croaked his head to the side, “Who are you? How did you get in here?”
I swallowed all the fear I felt and maintained a stoic face. Showing my fear would only make him feel stronger. I stood up gradually with my eyes strained on him. I dusted myself off and smirked. “Even if I explain it to you, you still wouldn't understand it. Just let me go.”
He chuckled devilishly. “Is that a plea or a threat?”
I shrugged. “You can take it however you want. Just let me go, and you won't have to deal with any problems.”
“Hmm, your confidence makes me more curious.” He took some steps closer, and I advanced backwards. “You are a werewolf, but there is something strange about you.”
