Maria sat uneasily at the hotel with James. His continuous smiling was beginning to make her feel uncomfortable.
"Will you just keep smiling like that, or will you finally tell me why you asked me to come here?" Maria said, her patience running thin. Her voice came out harsher than she intended.
James was taken aback by her tone, and the look he saw on her face was unfamiliar.
"Maria, are you angry with me? Come on, I was just amazed by your earlier reaction..." James said, a little hurt.
"As for your dreams, it's just that—you're over eighteen now and you've already shifted into your werewolf form. Dreams like that shouldn't worry you too much."
Maria held back her tongue quickly. She didn't want him to know her secret—that she hadn't shifted yet. No one was supposed to know that. She forced herself to stay calm.
"So only those who haven't shifted have dreams like that?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
