“I’m not a Werewolf,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Yeah, that’s clear enough.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped.
“If you were a Wolf in my pack, you wouldn’t be speaking to me like that,” he replied.
“You are such a jerk,” I said, shaking my head, and walking away from him.
I started rummaging through my closet, searching for clothes to shower. I needed to relax, and the more time I spent with Layton, the more we would argue.
“I’m going to shower. When I come back, you better be gone.”
I walked into the bathroom, without waiting to hear his response, not that he bothered to speak.
My shower ended faster than I’d like. I wanted to stay in there for a long time, but although the water was relaxing, all of my thoughts kept drifting back to Layton.
He didn’t leave. I w
