Rowan stared at me, his lips turned in a snarl. “Look who is talking.”

“Rowan!” I yelled, my nails digging into my palm. “Why don’t I have any idea that your close friends are actually werewolves and they have also been in this city? Do they know I am one of them?” My voice was high-pitched as the thought came to mind, and I shuddered, thinking of the absolute worst that could happen if they managed to know what I was.

“I don’t think it is any of your business, Addison.” He said with a bite, already turning toward his room when I blocked his path, livid.

“Do they know...