CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Casey’s POV

The books I have read about werewolves and the wonderful ways the so-called mate bond worked slammed hard into the forefront of my mind. I recall Danny’s words, how I myself have the blood of a werewolf with my father’s genes mixed in my DNA, which meant I could probably harbor abilities any werewolf could have.

But who am I kidding? I was still half-breed.

“Hey there,” a soft, feminine voice ushered me out of my thoughts.

I looked up to see a petite girl with white hair and silver eyes smiling down at me. Large boobs bounced in front of me as she shifted on her feet, hand on her hip. I think she’s one of the trackers.

Yes, she is. I confirmed after taking in her attire. But why is she talking to me?

My head turns from side to side, making sure I am the only one seated on the log.

Seeing as there was no one other than me, I hesitantly lifted my gaze to her.

“Me?” I asked.

The girl’s smile widened, “Yes, you. I heard.” Then her smile faded, “You’re that t