Lexy's POV.

I didn't know what that ringing sound at the back of my head was but I knew I heard enough when I did.

"What. . . . What does that mean?" I managed to ask.

Cilia nods from behind Melissa. I tried to breathe. The room suddenly seemed stuffier.

I felt Melissa's palm land on my shoulder comfortingly, her eyes looking into mine as if trying to confirm something and said "are you alright?"

I nodded and slowly shifted away from her touch. As far as I'm concerned I need a valid explanation for what she just said.

"Werewolves are. . . . Wait a minute, what exactly...