JAYDEN
She stared at me like she'd seen a ghost.
"Jayden, how did you come to know that? I never told anyone. Ever." Her voice trembled—equal parts fear and disbelief.
“Jayden, answer me. Now.”
How the hell do I tell her that I saw an old black man who might be her grandfather—and who might also be the one killing anyone who hurts her? And I’m not even sure of it myself.
"You told me yourself," I lied, smoothly.
Her brows furrowed. “That can’t be. I wouldn’t say something so... terrifying to just anyone.”
“A month ago,” I replied, holding her gaze, “you said it in your sleep.”
She was quiet for a moment, thinking. “Really?” she asked softly.
Then silence again.
“Are you afraid of me now?” she whispered.
“I’m a werewolf, Catriona. I’ve seen worse. What about your people? Do they
