Martha's POV
A wave of relief crashed down on me as Mr. Weston inquired, "Where did you expect me to hire a werewolf bodyguard from? We are not in the pack." He smiled teasingly as I unfastened my seatbelt to get out of his car.
"I don't know. I just want to be sure. Are all werewolves kind people?" I asked him innocently, my eyes meeting his gaze.
He frowned. "Don't be gullible, Martha. Not everyone is kind, whether werewolf or human. Though you were lucky to meet me. There are rogue werewolves who were banished from our pack, and those who did something heinous and got locked away in the dungeon."
Sweat broke out on my forehead.
"Alright, sir. I will get to meet the bodyguard by tomorrow. Thank you for your kind help," I said, my tone laced with gratitude when I met his intense gaze
