OLIVIA
Dillon lifts me off the stool and puts me on the bed like a child.
"Can you tell me why those books seem so urgent to you?" he asks.
I sigh, trying to be as calm as possible before telling him about Nadia's theory, "Do you think there are beings lurking around that aren't werewolves or humans we're holding captive?"
"What are you talking about?" he asks, frowning.
"I'm talking about vampires and werewolf-vampire hybrids," I say. "Do you think we have some disguised as werewolves within the pack?"
Dillon begins to rub his palm against my baby bump in circles, "No, don't get yourself thinking about things that don't even matter, okay?"
I look him in the eye and my intuition convinces me he's trying to distract me.
"You know something about this whole thing and you don't want t
