“I-I don’t smell like a dog.” he said

“Liar.” you shut the door and lock it with your mind

“I don’t!” he protested

“Do you want me to read you or let you tell the truth?” you cross your arms “I’m waiting.”

He sighs and walks towards you and sat at the edge of the bed.

“I smell like a dog.” he said

“I know that! But why?” you roll your eyes “My question is why! I didn’t ask you to admit you smell like on when I can smell it too!” you grunt at him

“Okay! Sorry!” he said and you laugh “What’s so funny?”

“You!” you smile “You never apologize before.”
“Whatever.”

“Well, answer me, why do you smell like a dog?” you raise a brow

“I hang out with them.” he said

“Dog?” you raise a brow “Come on, we all know there’s two species of dog in our lives.”

“I hang out with werewolves.” he admitted

“That was simple, but why were you?”

“Werewolves knows a lot more than we do.” he said

“Well, did you found out anything?”

“I can’t tell you, they entrust me with this.” he sighs

“Okay.” you said

“Okay?”

“Yeah, well, if their culture trusts you with it, I don’t wanna break it.”

“Thanks.” he said

“But there’s something else you’re hiding isn’t there? Does anyone know you’re a werewolf too?” you casually ask

“How did you know? You said you won’t read me.” he was furious

“I didn’t!” you frown “I was just guessing and YOU, admitted it.” he sat back “How did this happen?”

“Stupid love trust.” he mutters

“Continue.” you motion

“My mom is a human from a werewolf family; she fell in love with a vampire. They were in love, or so she though