I couldn't believe what Caleb was saying. He was a werewolf, just like the others!
He was a complete contrast to what I was used to with the guys. He was kind, caring, and compassionate. He had a love for agriculture and literature that I would only dream of finding in somebody, and even though I didn't see him in that way, he'd become quite a good friend to me.
“I've never thought that you were one of them,” I admitted shyly.
“It's OK, Ivy. We all have our little secrets, but I want you to know that you don’t ever have to be afraid to speak with me. I will be open with you completely about anything you want to know. You simply just have to ask the question.”
His smile was warm, and part of me felt overjoyed at the idea he was so willing to help me understand. The truth was that the guys had never really taken the time to explain much to me. Granted, Hale explained a little but it wasn’t what I was hoping for.
