Hailey’s POV
I sat on the bed waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. The clothes that
Bruce brought me fits but I feel very uncomfortable. Like me, but yet I am not. My leg is healed, and, as far as I could remember, I had a bad gush in it. I just kept quiet, and what do I say? Hi, am I a werewolf or am I going nuts? He guided me to a chair and the food smelled delicious. While I ate, I again I stay quiet. I could feel him staring at why but over the death of me, I could not form the right words or questions to say anything.
The next moment, he is in front of me kneeling.
“What's wrong, mate? Please tell me. You are killing me for not looking at me. Is it something I did? Is it because of last night? Please tell me”, As he says that my heart ached and something in me just knew I
