Ezra's POV
I was melting in that kiss—it was so passionate that I felt myself completely give in. After a while, he parted his lips from mine, and I glanced up at him.
"Now tell me—what did you and my uncle talk about?" I asked, because that was the only reason I had let him kiss me in the first place.
"Actually… it's something your uncle said. I can't tell anyone right now."
My expression changed in an instant. What the hell? If he couldn't say, then why hadn't he told me earlier?
"You jerk! You took advantage of me, didn't you?" I moved away from him.
"Okay, okay, I was just messing with you! I'll tell you what happened."
So, apparently, Uncle had taken Sylven with him while I was sleeping because he needed a werewolf.
Werewolves can sense negative energy very quickly, and Uncle had some questions for Sylven too—like when he met my father during the hunting competition, what did they talk about? And did he sense any negative energy or powers from him?
