Freja’s POV
"You… you're a werewolf," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounded as I took an involuntary step back, the realization sinking in like a lead weight.
The man before me, calm and seemingly unbothered, tilted his head slightly, as if amused.
"And you couldn’t have dislocated my shoulder so easily without using werewolf strength," he countered, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "So, obviously, you’re one too."
His words sent a shiver down my spine. My instincts screamed at me to retreat, but my pride rooted me to the spot.
"Why are you hiding?" I demanded, trying to mask my fear with defiance. "Why pretend to be human, to live as a doctor?"
His smirk faded, replaced by a look of mild annoyance. "Listen to yourself," he said, his tone cutting. "We
