Darla
‘Darla, honey, can you just talk to me?’ My mother’s voice filled my head, making that anger come rushing forward.
‘What’s there to talk about? I was just made to look like a fool in front of everyone!’ I could hear her quick footsteps following behind me, but I didn’t want to stop. Because I knew if I did, I would break down crying..and that’s the last thing I wanted to do right now. I wouldn't give that b***h Brooklyn the satisfaction.
‘Did something happen between you and Carter?’ She asked quietly, saying those words I've been trying to avoid talking about because I knew she wouldn’t understand. Mom was traditional. If she found out I wanted to take Carter as a chosen mate, she would probably faint.
‘No. Nothing happened.’ I snapped back, making my way out of the pack house
