Angelica's POV

"What?! No! You're disgusting. Out of all the things, you could ask me, is that?!" I yelled, trying to hide the lie that I wanted to see.

"Come on, I'm just kidding." Jonathan stands and walks.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"Just follow me," he says without looking back, I did follow him and ended up in a fancy bedroom. He went to the bathroom and he signed me to close the door, I closed it quickly. After a while, I hear things rustling in the bathroom. I was about to open the door when he did, he was wearing a bathrobe. I looked away.

"Sorry, I need to go." I was about to walk away when he grabs my wrist, his grasp is tight and firm enough to stop me from walking away.

"Wait, let me finish what I'm about to do." he puts me gently on his bed and I'm sweating nonstop.

"So, you're not an alien?" I asked.

"No, our bloodline began in Greece. They're famous in Greek Mythologies, well, it was Lycaon who started it. He angered Zeus, and as punishment, he turned him into what we are." he explains.

"Then does that mean, there are others like you?"

"Pretty sure there are, Alexander for example." it catches my attention.

"Wait, Alexander is a wolf too?"

"Werewolf, he's the guy who showed up in your house that night," he says, I just nod, "We naturally shift into wolves when it's the full moon, but as time goes by, my father... He taught us to shift even if it's not the full moon, then I met someone who looks exactly like you." he stops talking.

"Monica," I said and continued, "Tell me, when she met you, how did she react?"

"The same reaction you did when we first met when I was a wolf," he explains, "She's lovely, caring, and even understanding."

"Oh, no wonder."

"But, she had Tuberculosis, there's no cure back then. It weakens her, and she meets Ronaldo."

"Alexander's real name," I said, catching up on his stories.

"Yes, she kept us both. We became best friends until both of us fell in love with her."

"Oh, that's the reason he had that eye patch. He also said that the both of you fought."

"How come did you know about that?"

"Well, at first, he came to my house. The night before you showed up and caused such a ruckus." Jonathan flinched at it, "I know, that's stupid, you don't have to react to that. I asked him when he got that scratch on his eyes, and he said 'long ago'.

"Yeah, that was a rad night."

"That's not helping," I said, then I remembered him talking about what happened 150 years ago or so, "that's right, you told me about Monica back then. Not that it matters, but it's somehow connected to it."

"Okay, then will you let me finish?"

"Sure, go ahead. I won't ask," I said and he was about to open his mouth when a thought came to my mind, "Oh, oh, here's a million-dollar question." he grunts.

"What?" I sheepishly smile at him and Jonathan just sighs.

"If, for example, you bit me... Will, I also become a werewolf?" he's taken aback, totally caught off guard by my question.

"Fortunately, no." I frowned, "But you'll get rabies though," he says and I just agreed.

"Okay, but why aren't you wearing anything except for a bathrobe?" I eyed his bare chest and he accidentally opened the rest of the robe to expose more parts of his body, I blushed even deeper and looked away.

"Because we just ended our discussion. Now, wait for me outside as I wear something for us to go back to the States." Jonathan leans to whisper, "Also, there is a two-person listening to us behind that door. Act like you didn't know about it." I smile at him, then it quickly turns into a frown again.

"Yet you said there's a guy that probably wants us, maybe he wants to kill us." I start to panic as I mutter things like that and he grasps both of my shoulders.

"No, I won't let that kind of thing happen. Not to us," he says and hugs me, calming me. His presence is kind of soothing and when we parted, he pushed me to get out. As soon as I open the door, Angelique almost falls and Maxwell quickly paces away. I squint my eyes at them.

"How long are you guys listening?"

"Uh, just now. Because we hear, uh, you... shouting..." She trails off and Maxwell paces back.

"Actually, no. We have been listening for quite a long time now." Angelique smacks his shoulder hard enough and they start bickering at each other.

"Okay, enough. That's enough," I said and flick their ears.

"Ouch, you know I hate that," she complains and Maxwell rubs it off.

"I'm a sensitive werewolf, firsthand. And that hurts too," he added.

"I'm surprised you feel that," I said sarcastically.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asks.

"Nothing, I mean, I smack Jonathan hard enough to make him fold but nothing happens."

"Well, it's him. Not me, maybe he fought a lot and has been hurt so much that he can't feel pain."

"You know him more than us, Maxwell. Probably there's a reason why he's like that." Then a door opens up behind us.

"No exact reason, Angelica. I'm just a purebred, and Maxwell's not."

"So, he has a defect?" Angelique asks.

"No," said Maxwell, "I'm a combination of a human and a werewolf, meaning I can feel pain and others. Oh, he can feel pain too. Just diss him enough and smack the back of his head, when you hit his arms and other parts, he feels it, but it's just like a sting."

"That's an explanation she needed badly," he says and leans to Maxwell's ears, "she thinks I'm an alien." I can hear him say that and they snickered at it.

"Oh, that's funny," Angelique adds and laughs too.

"Seriously? You too? I thought that it was because he's not reacting to it and he's super strong! I just remembered that he also smashed a wall back then when he cornered me," I explained, she immediately stopped laughing and looked at me like really? I nod.

"Oh, that's a bad thing you did."

"You're being bipolar if you want to know that." Jonathan waves her off.

"Anyways, when are we going back?" I asked.

"Soon, but first there's someone we need to visit first." I got curious.

"Who?" I asked.

"Alexander," he says seriously.