KYLIE’s POV
As midnight drew nearer, so did my meeting with the werewolf hunter and so did my anxiety. It is safe to say that I was beginning to have a bit of cold feet about the whole meeting.
I mean, what if the guy was dangerous? After all, he hunted down werewolves for a living.
But I had accepted his invitation, and with every moment that passed by, it was becoming too late for me to chicken out. I just had to go through it. In any case, the sculpture was close by, even if I could not see him she said he would protect me.
Quarter past eleven, I put on a sweater over pj top and made my way to the campus basketball court.
I found him already waiting for me. He was seated on one of the benches with a hard look that said “Don’t mess with me.” But he was handsome, in a rugged interest
