Emily's p.o.v

I sat on Jason's bed with slightly trembling hands, for some reason I was somehow calmer than I should have been after finding out that he was a Werewolf.

My mind was slowly accepting everything. Werewolves, Dragons, and Vampires were real. If he could freaking shift into a wolf right in front of my eyes, then everything I thought of as myths and tales were real.

"Here." He whispered while handing me a glass of cold water.

I nodded and took it from his hand.

"Take ...