"Zavian," Freya whispered, her voice trembling as she took a step away from him.
"Are you a werewolf?"
Zavian froze. His first instinct should've been to blatantly deny, but for some reason, his conscience didn't let him. Not at once.
"Zavian?" Freya whispered, a feeling of foreboding raining upon her.
"What?" Zavian asked in disbelief, finally overcoming his shock. "You think I'm a werewolf?" He chuckled.
"Are you?" Freya asked again, gulping, her blue eyes staring into his Grey ones.
"Cinderella, I wish I was. Have you even seen how cool they are?" Zavian laughed.
"Yeah," Freya whispered, her eyes downcast. "Thank God you're not."
"Why so?" Zavian frowned, stepping closer to her. "I think they're amazing. The things they can do, their speed, their strength, I mean I would l
