Cahill
"I'm a werewolf, just like you," I reply, getting more and more interested in the girl, Theodora. Despite being in a terrible state, her sand-blonde hair and hooded faded gray eyes give out how good-looking and smart she is.
And Theodora scoffs at my reply. "I don't believe in werewolves because they only exist in books and movies. That bitch who bit me must be some demon who transferred this flesh-eating beast into my body." She looks at me with uncertainty, and lastly amusement.
"I am the Alpha of the Blackwood pack, and these are my men." I supply, but Theodora doesn't buy any of it. She gives me a look, then throws her head backward and bursts into a harsh bark of wicked laughter.
Like a switch being turned off, her laughter immediately stops when I shift my head into that of my wolf, who growls at her, then I shift my head back into its human form.
