I showed the phone in front of face.

"You'd better have a look. Don't you worried about h..."

Before I finished my sentence, Lawrence's fingers were already in my panties, and he was going completely crazy, kissing me over and over. What scarier was I could feel his fangs showing. 

I knew that the one who should be worried most was myself. I lost strength and loosed hand. His phone fell into his pocket again.

At that moment, I remembered Lawrence's question when in the apartment where I lived before. He asked me if I knew the way to mark a werewolf. At that time, he showed his fangs to...