Atalanta’s pov “You’re seventeen; it’s not possible.” Again I stared at him, unsure of what he was saying, “What do you mean, Zev? Why are you back?” “How can you be... It’s… Did you lie, Lana?” “Lie?” I replied. Which lie? I had lied so much to Zev, but lately I had been telling the truth as much as I could without revealing my real identity. How could he know I wasn't really seventeen? Zev growled, and while I had thought his growls were already scary, now that he had his wolf, they added an extra layer. It sounded more animalistic and very angry. “You’re scaring me, Zev.” I said, as I took a step back. “You said you wouldn’t lie to me anymore. You promised. How can you be mine?” He sounded so angry at me. What was he talking about? I couldn’t understand what was going on. Mine? “I, I can’t, Lana. I’ve always told you I couldn’t keep you.” Why did it look like Zev was about to cry? I stepped forward, no longer scared. He was upset, and I wanted to help. “No, stay back, La
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