Faiths point of view
“Your her mate?” Samantha slaps Declan hard across the face. I wonder how many times they rehearsed this before coming to visit.
“How long have you known?!” Samantha hisses at him.
“Since my birthday a few months ago.” he's so cold and uncaring, I still have trouble believing that this pathetic excuse of a wolf is the same sweet, caring boy I grew up with, who I had loved in secret for many years.
“Excuse me?” she goes to slap him again, but he catches her wrist before she can. A low warning growl rumbles throughout the room. It's almost chilling. The little hairs on my arms prickle up as goosebumps cover my skin. My mom is quick to jump in between them. She's so fast that she's almost a blur.
Suddenly they are all snarling at each other.
The atmosphere was so
