chapter 14. Scent of a Soul Mate

BELLE “Okay, so you’re a werewolf.” Grayson raised an eyebrow. “Caught that, did you?” I glared at him. “How?” I asked. “How what?” “How are you a werewolf?” He leaned back, thinking about it for a second. “Well, it’s complicated. We’re not sure. I was born like this. I got my wolf when I hit puberty. You don’t become a werewolf or anything,” he sighed. “We know that our ancestors must’ve had something to do with wolves, but we’re not sure exactly what that was, or how our kind came to be. We can only assume that it had something to do with magic.” “Magic?” I asked. He nodded. “Yeah, some sort of ritual to strengthen our ancestors or something like that.” He shrugged. “So are… other things real?” He gave me a questioning look. “Other things?” “Yeah, like witches and wizards, or fairies or vampires?” His eyes darkened a bit. “Yes, all real. But we all keep to ourselves. Our species don’t exactly…get along. Vampires and werewolves have been at war for cent