Cold reasoning

I watched him stand near the door, innocently ask the question. His face was still heavy with anger for some reason, but I couldn't hold myself. The innocence of his question had me curl my lips inside to contain the smile that was struggling to break free.

Channing narrowed eyes, raising one of his eyebrows. He was fuming and here I was trying not to laugh and failing miserably as a huffed air escaped with a laugh, which I converted to a cough. My fingers covered my lips as I cleared my throat and straightened, "No, I am not a Wi- *clears throat* Witch. I believe you watched me a while ago turn into a werewolf"

The smile on my face was still there. Channing stared at me for a while and my tongue nervously licked my lower lips before biting into them to hold back laughter.

"You might be a Hybrid," he said, walking a little closer to me, looking for answers in my eyes.