There were only two sounds in the room. One came from the ticking of the clock on the wall, which announced every second that passed as though it was a momentous occasion. The other came from the three people in the room, in the form of their cutlery lightly tapping their plates.
Aris and I were on one side of the table, Evelyn was on the other. I was slowly beginning to introduce her to more and more werewolves, but Aris was still a sore spot. Not only is he the king of assholes, he is also one of the two people in this world who I didn’t want to hear her complain about. After our talk I am at least convinced that Aris wouldn’t pick a fight with her in order to defend me, but I wasn’t fully sure that the same could be said about me. I wasn’t backing down from arguing with her anymore, e
