“Who are you?” She asked, walking past me. I was still. I was not sure of what to say. I don't know if telling her was right or wrong. Calling Scott my man was kind of difficult. Especially if your so-called heartthrob had been with a lot of girls.
“Can't talk? Did Scott decide to bring a mute home after quarreling with Father to get engaged to his new girlfriend?”
Still, I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I just stood there, staring at her. Her wolf was different. I could feel it. And of course, her eyes were blueish. Her hair was in a long ponytail form, and she wore an armless jacket.
She was looking more like a fighter than an actual lady of the house. I tried to picture her face, but I couldn't.
She was not in any of the family pictures I had seen earlier.
Jealous girlfrien
