Cool Off

LEONA’S POV

I handed the ring back to Darren, folding it in his hand. The problem was not in him. It was me. I spent years hiding from werewolves and escaping from their shadows. But look what faith brought me. It never crossed my mind that Darren was one of them.

That was why I couldn’t smell him. It was because he was cursed. He was not a pure breed, and I could only determined his scent when in wolf form.

There could be a chance that he could still lift the curse. How can I continue to love Darren if I despise the beast in him? Why him? And why is this happening to me? The past is haunting me.

“Babe, please, don’t do this,” Darren cried, gazing down at his palm.

“Let’s give ourselves a chance to think. We were overwhelmed by our love that we failed to think what we really wanted to do with our lives.”

“What? Leona, I want to grow old with you. I want to have a family with you. Isn’t that enough?” Darren held my hands.

“Maybe now you wanted that, but what if the curse was lift