I turned to Amanda who was looking at me with a blank look on her face.
My patience had snapped completely by now.
I'm sick of her acting, I'm sick of her behaviour and attitude.
"what do you want," She asked folding her arms.
She still looks so young, almost the same age as me as werewolves age slowly.
It almost feels like facing someone my age rather than facing the mother of my mates.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush, What was that on the phone, who were you talking about!" I asked directly.
"Why do you want to know?" She asked, rolling her eyes at me.
"I want to know 'cause I have a feeling it's about me!" I snapped, clenching my hand in a fist to control Dahlia, she was furious after hearing her words about our mother.
She was being so damn disrespectful, she called her
