Oriana’s POV

Robin didn’t say a word to me on the entire way back to the Lakehouse. When we crossed over the bridge, I realized that it was the Lincoln Tunnel. The thing that Claude had told me to avoid because of lycanthropes, but I never listened.

If I had just paid attention to it, I would have figured out the whole werewolf thing earlier. I could tell that nakedness didn’t bother him, but it bothered me.

His tattoos were inked across his chest, intricate designs ...