My Monster
It had been my intent to push Kaziel to the edge because I craved his touch too badly to admit it.
Still, I wasn't prepared for how overwhelming it was. For some reason, I'm feeling bold tonight. Probably because of the sips of alcohol I'd taken earlier.
"Tell me more about werewolves," I tell him, and he hums.
"Well...normal werewolves shift when they want to. However, the urge is stronger under the full moon. Werewolves are vulnerable to silver. Vampires are their natural enemies," he begins.
I can't help but notice the way he says "normal werewolves" and "their natural enemies."