"So they kill people." Bethany muttered.
"Yep. Whenever necessary." He said nodding. "Hold up. Don't tell me you're shocked." His eyes searching her face.
"No. Not at all. That would be weird. We are werewolves, we kill. It happens." She said, looking up at him.
"Then why did you seem so lost in thought?" He asked.
"I just didn't exactly picture them that way. Most people see you as the psychopath. You know, the one that kills like it's a game." She explained, shrugging.
"You mean, you used to see me as a psychopath." He pointed, his eyes void of any emotions, worrying Beth.
"Actually, I knew very little about all of you. You had already graduated when I started high school. I had only seen you guys in passing, and never really cared about what you guys did, or what you were. I only know from what my parents say that a lot of people see you that way, but Dad always counters it, like he's known you three since birth." She said.
