My Hockey Alpha
“A therapist, you mean? You really think some human shrink can make sense of what I’m going through? They’d hear everything I have to tell them and they’d think I’m crazy.”
Tyler sighed, his fingers brushing through his tousled hair in a rare display of agitation. “No, not a human therapist. But there are people out there trained to deal with... well, unique situations like yours. People who understand both the human and the supernatural aspects.”
My eyes narrowed, pondering the possibility. “You mean a werewolf therapist?”
“Yes. Or at the very least, someone from the werewolf realm. I could do some research for you, help you find someone reputable.”