I didn’t get very far.
Thomas lays on the ground behind me and Ethan stands, with his arms crossed over his chest, in front of me. His face drawn in an unimpressed scowl.
I try to step around him, but he is quick to block my way. It’s like he can sense every thought that crosses my mind and react just as I think of it.
Why won’t he let me leave?
I hate that I can’t talk to him without shifting! If I could, he would definitely be hearing a few choice words.
I am about two seconds from just running over him when he speaks.
“You’re not really deserving of him,” he says, disappointment dripping off of every syllable.
My wolf eyes snap to his. A growl moving from my chest up my throat.
What does he mean by that?!
Neither I nor my wolf, appreciate that comment. Ethan doesn’t even know
