"Dressing code?" Questioned Lucky, both of his brows were raised up in question. This man was weird!
"Um, yeah" Replied the sheriff, his voice was laced with hesitation.
"I don't believe you. So... you stopped me here from my rounds to tell me this?" Lucky inquired. There was something that the sheriff wasn't willing to say and it made him curious to know what it was.
The Sheriff let out a sigh and looked at Lucky, blinking a few times but it was not enough to hide the golden glow of his eyes that was quick to come and disappear as if it hadn't been there before.
The Sheriff was a supernatural.
Lucky took in a deep breathe with the intentions of taking in a whiff of the Sheriff's scent.
The man was a werewolf.
Bitten.
Not a born wolf.
Why hadn't he done it before? Smell the man or those boys! Surely... He was too preoccupied with thinking about Ambrose that he hadn't thought of it.