~ Caleb ~
"You're becoming what you were always meant to be, Elara." I held her gaze steadily. "You're part werewolf."
For a moment, she simply stared at me. Then a strangled laugh escaped her. "Right. Werewolf. Like my barista friend jokes about." She shook her head. "I don't have time for games, Caleb. I need real answers."
"I'm giving you real answers," I replied calmly. "Think about it. The heightened senses. The eyes that glow in moments of strong emotion. The silver in your hair—that's the wolf gene expressing itself. Surely you've noticed your aversion to certain foods recently? Silver items causing skin irritation? Your body running hotter than normal?"
She paled, confirming my suspicions. "That's... that's coincidence. Or some kind of medical condition."
"A medical condition
