Nina's eyes widened as she stared at him, the color draining from her face.
Everyone she knew. Her family. The neighbors. The children who knew nothing of this...
Her eyes blinked.
Him too...
They were all going to turn into wolves with no way back.
Her chest squeezed at the thought.
A knock sounded at the door.
Rodrigo glanced at it, then he picked up the letter and stood.
Nina watched him open the door and say something to the person standing on the other side, and give them the letter, before pulling it shut again. He came back and dropped into the chair, one palm resting on his knee, and looked at her.
"What about half wolves," she said, her fingers finding the quilt. "Do we—"
"Are you worried only about yourself?"
"No." She shook her head quickly. "I was just asking. Besides." A short pause. "I'm dying anyway."
She hadn't meant it to come out that flat. It did anyway.
"You are not pure wolves," Rodrigo said. "You cannot turn. You remain human."
