WREN'S POV
"W-WEREWOLVES?" I repeated what he said.
"Yes, they are werewolves."
"You are not kidding me, right?" I inquired, looking at him as we never stopped walking. He glimpsed at me.
"Why would I? I am not kidding, Wren," he clarified confidently.
"Werewolves are those people who can shift into a wolf form, right?"
He nodded to my question.
"That's a myth or a fiction." I laughed, mocking at his words.
"You don't believe they exist?"
"Of course, I don't. They are only in the movies and novels," I asserted quickly.
"They are true, Wren. I tell you."
"Oh, God. How could this be?" I muttered as I massaged both sides of my head near my ears. "I could believe if wolves happen to exist here in our place," I confessed, "but as for werewolves, nah.
