MALCOLM’S POV
“A WEREWOLF?”
The first thing that I ask and deeply about myself and who I am. All after a stranger that I am seeing as an angel, with her warmth and comfort, drops the bomb right in front of my face. The word, the being, and never been a fantasy created by anyone’s mind to begin with. Worse, I just realized that my mother was right after all. She isn’t baffling or creating something that wasn’t there in the first place. All that she said was the truth and I am truly am, a half-blood.
“A werewolf,” I whisper, realizing more than a thing and two.
Then the angel-like lady who introduced herself as my older sister crouches down to look at my way and into my eyes. Hold my hand and gently smile as she says.
“Yes, you are a werewolf. You are one of us. My only younger brot
