He nodded and set his tea cup down on the coffee table, moving her hand off of his so he could take it in his own. "I heard about it," he said with a frown. Oh yeah, he'd heard about it. It'd been all over the papers, and it occupied his mind. . . almost as much as she did lately.
"I take it when I can get it," he said with a shrug. "But it's hard to get the potion in places where they don't want you to sign for it. I don't want everyone knowing I take it."
He dropped her hand then, and stared into the fire. "I don't want to be registered. Tagged and followed like some wild animal." Yes, Altas was a werewolf. Yes, he killed, and got pleasure out of it, but he didn't want everyone in the world knowing who he was. It was bad enough that Natasha bitch had been tracking him. Oh well. . . he'd take care of her soon enough.