Damon's P.O.V
"Well, surprise." She tries with a small laugh before raising a brow. "Do you work somewhere close by? I've never seen you in any of the shops."
"I don't have a job," I say with a huff I didn't mean to let out. But I couldn't help it, I couldn't really have a 'job' because I was born to do only one.
It was in my fucking genes to be an alpha and I was being denied that right. Besides, only stupid humans got 'jobs'. Stupid humans and Peter, he wanted to be a marine biologist.
"Okay." Will stretches, seeming a little put off as well as curious. "Wait, how old are you?"
"Eighteen," I reply with the hopes of her sharing her age as well.
"Oh shit, seriously?" She asks, her face blanching as I nod slowly. "I thought you were way older... I can't believe I'm older than you."
