Serena was quiet for so long that I risked glancing at him again. It was harder to read him in that form, but he looked uncomfortable for some reason. Had I said something wrong? Was there a reason he didn’t want his mom to meet me?
“Yeah. We’ll have to do that one day,” he choked out.
Part of me wondered at his curious behavior, but the rest was back in that clearing with the dead woman who’d lost her life to a werewolf like me. For the first time in my life, it made me ashamed of who I was.
Sure, we had several physical advantages over humans, but we never took them. And it was true that most wolves didn’t care for humans, but werewolves were by nature peaceful and only wanted to live their lives without fear of discovery. The fact that one of us had gone so bad they’d become a serial
