***Yara***
Flynn gave a long whistle as his eyes widened with surprise. "You really don’t know?" I stared at him in confusion. "First off, he is a wolf, and he knows what I am. I assume that he can sense it. However, there is another reason why. Yara, I can answer any of your questions, just not that. It's not my place to say," he added.
"Why can't you just tell me? I'm sick and tired of everyone not explaining things to me properly," I said just as we both walked out of the café.
"It’s not what you think. It's just that you’ve only been a werewolf for almost twenty-four hours, so it’s a lot to take in. There is a lot to explain to you, and you may not be able to handle all of it at once. I mean, did you believe your friends when they tried to tell you that you were going to become a wo
