I groaned glaring at my reflection in the mirror, toothbrush in hand. My wolf and I were at it again, all she could think about is Aamon, Aamon this, Aamon that. To her it seems Aamon is this very perfect god, with no flaws at all.
"He should stop being so arrogant," I argued, foam spilling from my mouth. "It's so annoying."
"But his arrogance is sexy?" my wolf cooed from my mind. I could tell she was already blushing, she always did so when ever that scumbag Aamon Blackwood was mentioned.
I rolled my eyes. "You're not helping."
But my wolf wouldn't let it go. Our debate grew more heated by every minute. Before I knew it, I was running late for class.
"No. no. no please" I groaned, rushing to grab my bag. "This is all your fault!"
Nixx shot back, "If you hadn't been so slow, you woul
