A second before he reached the door, Victor stopped and turned. He looked down and then started to turn away again.
“I have to go,” he said. “Dr. Creed will be here soon anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And he was gone.
I didn’t understand. Had I made him angry? And what were the strange sensations he made me feel?
There was one thing I did know. I didn’t like him.
Victor is a rich, arrogant Alpha. How could I when he was everything I hated in today’s werewolf society?
But I guess I didn't hate him either.
I sat up and pushed Victor out of my mind. William wanted me to attend his next football game. It was William who was my best hope for a happy future.
I had clean braids and wore a gorgeous new top as I walked into Werewolf history the next day. I was several minutes early, but t
