Apparently Paris wasn’t as she seemed. She wasn’t the werewolf that I thought she was. I had thought she only had the habit of taking things, but turns out she had more bad habits than that. She was known for stealing, cheating and lying. Makes me wonder if an ounce of all she had ever told me is the truth. I knew her for three weeks and within that time, she knew every single thing about me, even things I never told anyone. And I, I knew nothing about her and even got the wrong idea of her the whole time. But of all I’d found out, the most shocking one had to be the fact that she wasn’t a werewolf like I had thought, she was a fox.
And of course I would have never known that if she hadn’t shifted into her fox right in front of me. I had been so surprised that I couldn’t hide it. Not in m
