-Blanche-
Michelle’s son is hurt… I can tell. I can recognize the hate and the resentment he holds against himself without him looking at me. The one who was meant to be his is upstairs embracing someone else. That gotta hurt! But dude, you decided on this outcome long ago.
The tall and short werewolves standing next to him seemed to be Mason's good friends. I was glad he had people in his corner. Mason might not be a bad kind of jerk in the end. He might be worthy of my advice after all.
Mason agreed to have a few words with me to leave the concerned looks of his friends. However, his eyes spoke of hope.
“You are probably thinking, what does this witch want to tell me? What is it about? Wondering if this is about Clara... Hoping it is about Clara.” I told him when we were alone in a
