Iris & Arthur
Iris
The shopping bags rustle as I shift them in my arms, stepping out of the taxi in front of my apartment building. My head still feels foggy, like I’m walking through a dream—or maybe a nightmare. I keep replaying Caleb’s words in my mind: You’re my sister. You’re a werewolf.
How am I supposed to process that? My entire identity, everything I thought I knew about myself, has suddenly been flipped upside down.
I’m a Willford. A dormant werewolf. Selina’s biological replacement.
Caleb insisted on paying for everything despite my protests, and I eventually gave in. I hate letting people pay for me, but I was in such a daze that I didn’t have it in me to argue too much.
The total made me wince—it was way more than I’d typically spend in a year on clothin
