~ Rolf's POV ~
“What the hell did you just say?” I asked, furrowing my brows and scrunching up my nose. It all starts to make sense, she doesn't smell like a rogue, nor as a wolf with a pack. She smells differently and is oblivious to the supernatural world. She acted clueless, thought she had a brain injury, forgetting her memories as a werewolf.
I widened my eyes not knowing how to react to the whole confession.
“Let us go to the room.” I broke the unbreakable tension and silence that erupted, bracing myself to calm down and hear her side of the story before I considered her an abomination.
She whimpered and I noticed a teardrop shimmering in her sparkling blue iris, a lot of thoughts went through my head, I didn't expect this. I let out a silent growl tailing behind her as we steppe
