The Second Chance Werewolf
Anaiah suddenly interrupted and threw me with deadly gazes, “so all of that was your plan to teach me that I should trust people and you?”
I nodded, proud of myself, “yes, and also to see if you can go find your powers or not.”
Anaiah stared away for minutes, deep silence with no facial expressions, and then she looked back at me. “So, she’s not your dead wife?”
I pulled out of my pants an old picture of my dead Luna and me and handed her to Anaiah to take a look, “this is how my dead Luna looked.”
Anaiah said, “whatever.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant by that. Somehow it freaks me out that she might cancel everything. And the guests were already invited.
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