Brenna POV
Shifter. . . wolf. . . werewolf. . .
Did he just say that to me? I mean, I’m drunk, but no way am I that far gone. Am I?
Between the alcohol and what Kieran said my head was spinning. I rubbed at both temples hoping the throbbing would stop. I needed to get it together.
Maybe I misheard him?
I looked over to see Kieran still kneeling on the floor before me. His rain-tousled hair hung loosely in his face and began to curl at the ends. Water dripped down onto the floor methodically.
I could see the cuts and scrapes on the backs of his hands. Just like my wolf had.
This couldn’t be real right?
Part of me wanted to yell at him for saying something so absolutely stupid to me. If this was a joke or a prank, then he went too far.
Another part of me, a slim part of me, was trying to take in the words he was saying. Could I have really found myself in a fantastical place that stretched beyond human understanding?