Kat POV
I had heard the stories of men who turned into beasts on nights where the full moon is high in the sky. Stupid stories filled with tales of curses and blood oaths with the devil, no doubt embellished by the old gypsy fortunetellers who told the tales from the darkness of the alleys in Rome. I had never once thought to believe any of them, filing them away securely as one of the many myths old ladies tell to keep the young girls wary of men.
And yet, there before me, was one of those beasts that I had been warned against. A beast who looked like a man, but in seconds could change into a raging monster which could kill without a second glance.
“Kat?”
Enzo’s voice was uncertain, as if he expected me to be afraid of him.
Is it weird that I wasn’t? I felt as if I had known that
