“So, we getting this pizza or not?” I pouted at the guy in front of me. He was handsome in a goth warrior kind of way, I guess.
“I did say we would, didn’t I? So come on, little miss happy, lets get to stepping. You going to smile though?” he smirks as he heads to the door.
Cheeky bastard calling me little miss happy. I was happy, until they bloody well moved me here. Now I am having to spend time with a bunch of people I don’t even know. Do they even constitute as people when they are half wolves? Still, I best do as they need me to, learn what I need. Then I can get out of here quicker. Or at least that is the plan.
But listening to what Tate said, it doesn’t sound like it is such a good thing at all. Though my Dad managed just fine for a long time. But he said he would teach me ab
