"No," he said, clenching his jaw. "Don't ever speak to him again." "Then tell me!" I yelled. "I'm a wolf!" He demanded. I furrowed my brows then laughed a little. "What?" I giggled. "Funny, but please just tell me whatev-" "Katherine. I'm a werewolf. That's the truth," He spoke so serious. As if he was telling the truth. But he can't be. Werewolves aren't real, they're a myth.