Carter
The best friend is a f*****g werewolf…. How the hell did we not pick up on this sooner?!
The second Brooklyn walked out of the elevator, I smelled it. Granted I’ve only met the girl once before, but usually Kilo picks up on that s**t right away. Even Walker should’ve scented her out, but he blamed not catching it on the cheap beard he was wearing.
I glanced towards the blonde, noting the way her arm was looped through my mates tightly, and tried to bite down on the possessive growl that was threatening to spill out any moment. Since we were able to get a car with seats that were facing each other, I had a perfect view of both of them.
‘She has to know, right?’ Walker linked.
My eyes wandered to her face, meeting Jillian’s fiery gaze that just so happened to be shooting dagge
