“Theo, how do you know him?” I ask after Walden walks out.
“This isn’t my first time running into hunters.”
“Are you the one who gave him the scar on his face?” I ask to confirm my earlier suspicion.
“Yes. I should’ve ripped his whole face off,” Theo snarls.
“Do you know what he’s talking about when he says 'for what is about to come’?”
“No. But knowing Walden, it isn’t something good for werewolves.”
“I hope it's something we’ll be able to face, even in your condition.”
“Once the silver is out of my system, we’ll have less to worry about. I’ll be able to get us out of here, don't worry. Everything is going to be fine,” Theo says, easing my worries away.
“Okay, if you say so,” I say, leaning my back against the wall close to him.
Theo wraps his arms around my waist and tries to
