He groaned and threw his head back. Were all werewolves like her or was she the stubborn type? He walked towards the bed to sit on it and she shifted back. He kept walking and she kept shifting until she was at the edge of the bed. He sat on the opposite edge. He was hurt by her action, did she think he will harm her?
Or was she just scared of strangers?
"I will tell you what you are doing here, but not now." He said calmly.
He was looking at her but she was not looking at him, she was looking at his wings, admiring them. He could hear her in his head admiring them.
"Are they real?" She asked.
She did not take her eyes off them. He looked at her silver eyes, if only she was mesmerized by him like she was by his wings. She reached out to touch them but he jerked up and stoo
