Avery
I'm filling a bowl with water for my giant hell dog while Lydia is silently making a bed for him. I haven't read her mind for the past hour, but it's not like I have to; I know what she is thinking.
Lydia's sad face when I told her not to fall for me, well, it said it all: she pities me. And I suppose that's better than the alternative: she not giving a f**k about me.
My ex-girlfriend, Yang, certainly didn't care. She looked disgusted when I told her I had vampire blood in my veins. And since she showed no remorse for dumping my arse for her alpha mate, I've been trying to suppress her from my memory. It is rare, but sometimes even alphas have a fated mate. Other times, they never meet that person, but since we are so important in the werewolf world, we can choose.
Anyway, I da
