Lana's POV
Other than the idea of a mother defending her children, nothing Markus was saying made any sense whatsoever.
"What? How can a wolf be your ancestor?"
"Because I am a werewolf."
I was starting to feel mad at him for dragging me out here to tell me some ridiculous bedtime story. Was that freaky attack I literally just experienced in the alley some kind of joke to him? But he had such a serious expression on his face that I hesitated. Was he actually, legitimately crazy? Had I just spent the last few days on a road trip with a totally out-of-his-mind stranger? Oh god.
But it wasn't just him, though. That guy in the alley had also acted super weird... sniffing me like... like an animal would. And with such long fingernails. I shuddered just remembering it. Somehow, something
