Chapter 23 I feel it real

"She's a werewolf," I said, brooding in the room. I just woke up from a dream, and suddenly I was accused of having a wet dream by my brother; actually, I don't know where to put my face anymore. Why does it feel so embarrassing? Though I did nothing wrong, being caught red-handed like this made me feel like I had stolen from someone's shop.

"I didn't have a wet dream," I said, which in reality was futile. I just went into the bathroom to finish what happened in my dream.

After I came out of my room, I politely asked my brother, "Sam, did I do something to you, as I kissed you, hugged you or anything?" but I hadn't lost my brain, and I never dared to ask Samuel like that. Instead, I asked, "Was there a name I called out when I was asleep earlier?" At least this question will produce an answer from my brother.

I noticed my brother was smiling.