Alaric

Her eyes lowered at the sword as she was freaking out, her face cold and clammy as her pulse pounded so loud to my hearing.

There's anger heating up inside me and I ponder over the fact that I'm warning her, not rushing into action.

The only person I've been this patient with is gray. I hate wolves and I believe I hate her too.

But then, why do I keep calling her, like I didn't want her to leave? With those eyes staring at me, they were uncertain if I'd do what I said.

She gets me worked ...