“Who among your colleagues is the werewolf?” she asked.
“Mrs. Lucy, my supervisor,” I replied.
She blinked, then nodded slowly. “Those people—or packs, as they call themselves—Idara, please don’t get involved with them,” she said, her voice almost pleading.
Lowering my voice, I asked, “But Mom… how did you know about them?”
She looked at me like she didn’t want to talk about it at all. Her breathing turned uneven, frantic. “Because I once dated one,” she said.
I froze. “You did?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“Yes,” she said, swallowing hard. Her complexion had gone pale. “There are many of them here—everywhere in the world, actually. They know how to hide it very well.” She paused, then fixed her gaze on me. “So tell me, how did you know your supervisor is a werewolf?”
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