Chapter 46

Fact, us werewolves do slow down in our aging process, letting our lives be spanned out longer. The Moon Goddess let this be because of the population numbers of werewolves, we are hardly even a race due to the same numbers of what we used to be. "Twenty-eight." "Ten years older," I mumble. "Twenty-nine on the night of the ball." "Eleven years doesn't make it any better," I mumble, taking in a deep breath as I look at the fine male specimen before me. Goddess he is one hell of an Adonis. "Does the age gap at least make you rethink everything?" Leo pulls over, a few people honking in the way as I find myself biting the inside of my cheek. Suddenly, my chin is grabbed, facing Leo as my wolf stores. How the hell can someone be so gorgeous? "I've thought about what people will say, Lyra, I've thought about what my friends and family will think, about how the people around us will judge us," Leo exclaims, suddenly pulling me o