Chapter 12

Tyler’s POV

It was going into the night and I still hadn’t heard a word back from Dalton about my gun. He had to have found it by now if it was there. I’m not going to worry about it too much, but I just think it’s odd that it would go missing when I fell asleep in some creepy ass woods. My mind is still completely blown from what I was told. Werewolves and Vampires exist. What else is out there? Fucking unicorns? I would have to ask Dalton about that because if unicorns are real then at this point I’m just living in a fucked up reality.

I decided earlier that I would google some stuff about werewolves and how they came to be, but all I came across was a bunch of fanfic stuff and no real answers. My mind kept flitting back to Dalton and all I could think about was how I felt like I had known him forever. I felt like my soul knew his and that really had me reeling. He made me feel things that I have never felt before just by looking at him and that, in itself, was weir