During the long hours that he’d spent in Simon’s hospital room, fretting and worrying and agonizing, Kelly had decided he needed to tell Simon the truth. It was going to be awkward and would require proof. Simon was a scientist and, as much as he was a die-hard fan of science fiction and fantasy, there was no way he would take Kelly’s word.
“There was nothing you could’ve done. You weren’t even there,” Simon said gently.
“Yes, I was.”
“Okay, maybe in spirit…”
“I was the wolf. I am the wolf,” said Kelly.
Simon looked at him with a raised eyebrow, quite obviously thinking Kelly was screwing around.
Kelly took a step back and then paced a line along the edge of the cabinets. “I’m not joking and I haven’t lost my mind. I’m a werewolf, more precisely—lupus sapien. I carry genetics that ma
