Xenos’s point of view.
Silas follows right behind me, and judging by how fast his heart is pounding, he’s more than eager to hear everything I have to tell him.
“I want to know everything there is to know,” Silas says excitedly, and I take his hand and guide him toward the bed.
I sit in the middle of the bed, crossing my legs underneath me, and he comes to sit in front of me, with one knee pulled to his chest and his chin resting on it, looking at me like a kid who just saw the real Santa Claus.
“Well, there are a lot of things. But we’ll start with our kind. Werewolves. You and I are special. Normal werewolves can’t communicate with their inner wolves. They can feel their emotions. Like when they get angry, happy, or sad. We don’t have an inner wolf, we have Gods as guardians. But nor
