#Chapter 74: The Crescents and the Fullmoons

Enzo After I watched Nina somehow make Ronan spill the truth faster than I had managed in two hours, there was no doubt in my mind that she was a werewolf. If she was a hybrid, she was a powerful one -- but a huge part of me believed that she wasn’t a hybrid, but rather a full-blown werewolf. If she was, though, where was her wolf? Why hadn’t it shown itself yet? Before I had much time to think about it, I heard a familiar voice upstairs: my father. Shit, I thought to myself as I locked Ronan in the basement room once more and started to head upstairs. There was no doubt that my father had just unceremoniously met Nina, judging from the sounds of their voices mixing together. When I emerged from the basement, Nina was standing in the living room. She glanced over at me with wide eyes before my father stepped into view. “Ah, Enzo,” my father said, folding his arms. “Good to see you. I had thought for a moment that your girlfriend came here alone.” “I