68: Killer Wolf

XANDER

Donovan is that one annoying sibling that won’t take your simple answer for what it is and leave you the fuck alone. He asked what I was wearing, I said it was nothing.

Any decent human being would let it go and mind his own fucking business. Not Donovan though. He kept pushing and bugging me to tell him what was going on.

“You can’t just decide to start wearing that after centuries of keeping it away.” He argued. “Now tell me for the last time. What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?”

“You stressing each word is not going to make me tell you what I don’t want to.” I told him honestly.

He growls, not liking that. I gave a carless shrug and looked back at my computer. My forehead creases when I don’t see Adriana on the bed, where she last was.

I panicked for about five seconds before I found her figure standing by the window. I relaxed in my seat, knowing there is no way she would try something as stupid as climbing out of it. My room is on the fourth floor, which she can easily see wit