"Oh no, no no no! I killed the first one, now you?" I complained, his eyebrows furrow until realization hit him.
"Raven Black, you're the criminal," he stared down at me with a look I couldn't decipher.
"Get off me! God, the mood goddess must hate me if she's trying to give me another one!" I shivered in disgust, shoving him but he didn't even budge.
"Why couldn't I smell you?" He asked me, I snarled and kneed him in the balls.
He tumbled off me and growled, he was pained. Both emotionally and physically,
I got to admit, he's a tough one. Surviving through the death of two loved ones, a sister and a mate, would normally have made a werewolf kill them-selves but he's pulling through.
It's impressive.
"We're not, nor will we ever, be mates," I glared, he just stared at me with a look
