Fourteen.

(Paige’s POV)

I wasn't friends with Landon, but I rather owed him a favour when he saved me from a pack of savage werewolves that were about to have me for their supper. I knew that owing a werewolf a favour wasn't the nicest thing, and I dreaded the day when he would decide to cash in on the favour.

When he appeared to me from seemingly out of nowhere, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I waited with baited breath for what he was going to ask of me.

“I need you to help someone become a werewolf; can you do that?” He asked without even bothering to greet me. But then again we weren’t friends.

I was surprised by that question.

“Can't people just turn into werewolves by a bite from a werewolf?” I asked with a raise eyebrow.

“Can you or can you not do it?!” He barked, his eyes turning a shade of red to show just how impatient he was, and my silly questions weren't helping.

“I can,” I replied, hoping my voice didn’t show just how afraid of him I was.

“Then let's go.” He s