I turn away from him and gesture at the forest with a ‘where now’ sigh, making it obvious this is a touchy topic, and I have to turn back when I am met with silence and non-movement. He’s just standing still in the same spot, staring at me.
“You're not that useless. A wolfless little girl making it this far out, through another pack's land alone. I doubt you ever ventured out of your flower garden before this.”
“Less of the little girl and less of the patronizing bullshit.. I'm twenty-four, and you don’t look that much older.”
“I’m four hundred and two. Demonics don’t age.” He smirks at me with a raised brow and a cocky air, and I choke on my own saliva and balk at him.
“You’re what?!?!?” I yelp at him while having some epic internal crisis as I realize that my first crush is for a rel
