Oh, thank Merlin. Kieran grinned, a genuine grin, because she was the same. He was sitting across from a real, genuine werewolf and she was - head of the department of regulation and control of magical creatures. He was sat across from a walking contradiction, but she had revealed herself to him for sure, which at least meant that she was unlikely to sell him out.
"Autumn of 1884," Kieran said, "I take - precautions, though. Don't worry."
He was sure as shit not going to tell her about the Urquart girl, regardless.
"When were you bitten?"
"Autumn of 1884," Kieran said, "I take - precautions, though. Don't worry."
He was sure as shit not going to tell her about the Urquart girl, regardless.
"When were you bitten?"