Dexter's POV
"She's rejected us once again without even knowing it, what will we do?" My wolf cries within me.
It's the second time today she's outright rejected me without knowing the importance of her words.
My wolf weakens each time she throws me her cruel words. I'm always losing my guard around her and turning softer than a marshmallow.
"I'm not sure anymore, I don't feel like going in anymore," I tell him.
"Shut up, it's not my fault she doesn't want us, who was it that decided to utter such childish words this morning," he roars angrily.
I frown knowing too well that I have no right to be angered and yet it pains me to hear such. What is wrong with me?
The door opens quite swiftly and right in my face a certain someone stares at me with shock all over her.
Linda, what's she
