Tabitha’s POV

My stomach drops. Those eyes… he’s a werewolf!

“W-What the… H-How?” The words tumble down my mouth as I gape at him.

There’s no way this is real. I am convinced that I actually had a stroke five minutes ago and everything I am seeing now is a hallucination.

Mario is human. He should be human. I grew up thinking that he is! He is a fisherman who smells like salt and diesel. He used to argue with my dad over bait prices and complain about broken nets. He had calloused hands and a tired laugh. He was human! I have known him all my life and there...