WREN'S POV
I TOOK my eyes back and diverted to the front.
"A-are you a werewolf too?"
Finally, the words came out from my lips.
The way Brent turned his head in my direction did not escape from my peripheral vision. And I knew how surprised he was when it was me who talked first.
"N-no, I'm not a werewolf," he replied. When he received no response from me, he spoke again. "It is true. Only those four guys, Vhonn, and the ones in the woods are werewolves. I am a hundred percent human. I swear."
"Okay," I mumbled.
He suddenly came closer to my side. "You're still mad at me now?" he asked like a child.
"Why didn't you tell me about it? The things you knew—everything."
"I told you before. Werewolves exist, but you didn't believe me."
I bent down my head a bit. Yeah, right. Now, I rea
