Ian had mentioned being a werewolf a few times but maybe because Avery hadn’t seen what that truly meant, she didn’t think much to it.
Ian had the look of a human, walked and talked like a human, and what could possibly make him so different from any of other human until the look on his face shifted and for a minute, Ian didn’t look human.
He was no different from a beast ready to sink his teeth in her, the fear that gripped her that moment paralysed her and for a minute she felt…danger.
Something…something inside her was shivering with fear, wanting to submit until Ian immediately regained control, her eyes cleared and his canines was immediately back in.
“What was that?” Avery frowned as she still felt the hair on her standing on end.
“I’m so sorry. Storm that bastard.” Ian groaned,
