{Rylee’s P.O.V.}
“Rylee, what do you mean that they weren’t the only ones?”
“Did I stutter, Wyatt?” I responded acrimoniously before checking my attitude that always got the best of me. I adjusted my tone of voice before continuing on. “They’re not the only ones. They’re also not the only werewolves apparently.”
“If that’s the case, then how did they not know that they’re werewolves?” he asked, pulling his shirt over his head and settling over his washboard abs. Wyatt had just come home from work and before he could even change out of his work clothes, I bombarded him with everything I learned about the twins.
“They knew they weren’t human, but they’ve never shifted before. They knew that there was at least one other wolf who was a few years older than them, but they only recently fig
