Growing up my schooling covered the history of werecats, and we were taught that werewolves could not be trusted. That was the extent of my werewolf knowledge. Yeah, I'd seen Hollywood's version of werewolves but they varied so much it was hardly credible information. I needed to know what would happen if you were bitten by a werewolf.
"Where did he bite you?" I asked her, hoping that maybe if the skin wasn't broken then I'd have nothing to worry about.
Amyleigh pulled up her sleeve and showed me the perfect impression of someone's teeth. Each tooth mark left a black bruise and the skin was torn around the canines.
Damn it, the skins been broken.
There was only one thing left to do. Tell Buck. I pulled her sleeve back down and planted the most convincing it's-all-good-it'll-heal smile
