"Hahaha! My God, Julian! Have you completely lost your mind or have you inhaled too much silver smoke?"
Leo’s laughter burst out, echoing through the silent pine trees. He laughed until he clutched his stomach, as if the joke he just heard was the most ridiculous thing in the world. The tension that had choked the air around the campfire suddenly vanished, replaced by a much more relaxed atmosphere—though I knew Julian hadn't fully lowered his guard.
"Are you serious?" Leo continued, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "You’re accusing a girl as beautiful and soft as Aira of being a werewolf? Where would a werewolf get delicate fingers like that to write romance novels, Jul? Get real!"
Julian didn't join in the laughter. He only gave a soft snort, then finally turned his face away
