He was right; just because he wasn’t in this class, doesn’t mean he didn’t know a thing or two about shifting and combat. “Okay,” I said with a smile. “I would really like that, thank you.” Brody shifted into his dark grey wolf; his eyes were bright green and practically glowed once he was in his
Lila’s POV“Go to our mate!” Val pleaded. “Run to him!” She was excited to see him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do as she requested. I just stood frozen, staring at Enzo. “What are you two doing in here?” Enzo asked; there were no emotions displayed on his face and that caused my heart to ache
Enzo’s demeanor had soon changed; I could see the pure worry on his face as he looked at Connie, and then he looked over at me. It was obvious to me now. That’s why he’s been acting strangely. Something did happen last night. Except, it wasn’t with Bethany. It was with Connie. My entire body see
Enzo’s POV“Hey, handsome. I had a great time last night. We should do it again soon.” Fuck. What the hell was she doing here? I could feel Max growing angry at her presence; this was the last thing we needed right now. Lila was already upset enough about seeing me with Bethany last night, now sh
Lila’s POVSkank. My drawing of Enzo had the word “skank” written in black paint. The entire painting was completely ruined. But this was nothing compared to all the art that Cassidy-Ann and her artists worked so hard to create. Her entire gallery was completely destroyed. It would take months to
I sulked in my seat, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders and my heart sinking further into my stomach. “Hey Lila,” said a familiar voice. Brody was approaching with a saddened smile as he sat across from me at the table I was sitting at. “How are you feeling?” He asked with concern la
Third Person POVEnzo hadn’t returned home in over a day and Connie was beginning to grow impatient. She remembered her night with Enzo clearly and she’d been planning it for some time. She knew that Enzo was out with Bethany for the evening and that bothered her more than anything. It was bad eno
I wish I knew for sure what had happened with Connie, but I was coming up blank. “You don’t have a right to be upset…” she finally said, her voice coming out in a whisper. “I just wanted to paint something different…” “I’m not upset,” I told her, sitting down in the chair that Brody was sitting in