The Wicked Games we play for love
This changes nothing.
She is still lying about something because she still smells wrong. Or right. Point is, he still doesn't really know what she is.
Walking back to the bed, he opens the diary and starts looking through it again. This time, with purpose. Somewhere inside these pages, there has to be a clue. He finds only one.
She speaks of the full moon and the woods. The strange sensation beneath her skin. But that's not nearly enough to tell him anything. He already suspects she's a wolf, but that's not the whole truth.