Chapter Thirty-Three – His Mate.
(At the Cavern)
Margaret paced around. They wasn’t nothing to do. No Scott. And the wolves were staying protecting the border.
She either stayed inside, and when inside they’d be no where else to go but out, and when out, same thing.
“You miss him already? Ha! You’re not a long distance friend then? I had this friend from Craitan I only saw per year. We survived” Evelyn laughed at Margaret's miserableness.
“Is it Scott making her that way?” Lydia looked cautiously at Margaret. Margaret slumped down at a chair. She fiddled with her hair while biting her nails.
“Before, all she did was try support him. Now he’s not here, she got nothing to do. She looks in love, IMO” Evelyn laughed louder.
Lydia was blank with a little pout but it seemed blank
