Her confusion was reasonable. He was being cryptic. It was not his intention to lead to any confusion or heartbreak. But the truth was likely to do just that, and it made his heart quicken.

Her touch was calming, and it gave him the confidence he needed. "Lucille. I'm a werewolf." He said softly, making sure that only she could hear. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, scared of how she would react, what she might do. Scared of rejection.