If he said it—this man who transformed into a being half human, half canine…
I crossed my arms and snorted.
“Don’t tell me—what? Werewolf hunters? Because, I mean, if you exist and you have your ‘secret society,’ it seems to me there are more people like me who know your secret, people who don’t like you. Isn’t that so? It’s logical,” I started talking nonstop, enthusiastic. “At least in the movies it’s like that. I understand that they shot you and all, look—but why didn’t they shoot you with silver bullets? That can kill you, right? Or aconite, which drives you mad. And with all that, are you sure it doesn’t hurt? Because it could—”
I stopped, only because he was smiling in that way that showed all his fangs and sharp incisors. I shivered again when I realized he was making fun of me.
