Clark's POV
Looking back, I was so stupid. How could I have been so blind?
I'd been convinced that Reed wasn't one of them—the monsters. He looked scary, sure. He had that suffocating aura around him, the kind that made you feel like you were suffocating just by being near him. That was the first thing I thought when I saw him—he looked terrifying, like someone you'd expect to rip your throat out without blinking. But he didn't have any fangs, didn't shift into a beast, so I figured he was safe.
I naively chalked it up to his intense presence being just that—intense. And sure, his brown eyes would turn almost yellow when he got angry, but I brushed it off as a trick of the light. Or maybe some sort of weird eye disease. I mean, who was I to judge, right? I wasn't exactly the expert on the whole werewolf thing. Who would think to associate that with something as absurd as a werewolf?
I was wrong. So wrong.
I found out the hard way.
