I couldn't believe what Caleb was saying. He was a werewolf, just like the others!

He was a complete contrast to what I was used to with the guys. He was kind, caring, and compassionate. He had a love for agriculture and literature that I would only dream of finding in somebody, and even though I didn't see him in that way, he'd become quite a good friend to me.

“I've never thought that you were one of them,” I admitted shyly.

“It's OK, Ivy. ...