Hundred and Ten

DIMITRI

Before she said a curt 'Good evening', I knew from the slight squaring of her shoulders, the tilt of her head that she was angry with me about something. For the life of me, I could not imagine why. I thought back to the last twenty four hours, and then beyond. We hadn't had a row, not so much as a disagreement, since the incident at the parking lot, since I had taken her to the pack to meet my people.

Or maybe I was wrong. She had been waiting up for me after all. Maybe she was a little upset that I was late. I smiled, leaned in for a hug. Her palm, raised in front of her face stopped me from going further. The smile on my lips froze in place, then died.

"There is something I have to show you," she said in the same curt tone she had used before.

"Valeria," I called after her as she stood up and began to march away. "What-"

"Come with me," she called back, without turning to see if I was following.

Wondering what on earth was going on, and feeling certain I was not going to li