Lesley’s POV
“How many times do I have to tell you?!” I sighed, staring at the grayish and black loft above me. I was tired. And hungry. And hurt. And a lot of other bullshit that didn’t make me the most agreeable she-wolf to be around right now.
“I’m not a rogue!”
I yelled it like I believed it, but honestly, I wasn't so sure. I mean, the last encounter I had with Cedrick he was less than happy with me, considering I bit his hand and s**t. Which I still have conflicting feelings about. Yeah, I felt bad for hurting him, but he was cheating on me! And with Tanja of all people! She’d been talking to me like we could be friends, and he told me he had a ‘past’.
Bullshit!
It was not the past when you were still getting house calls! And they both---! ARG!!! I wanted them both dead so badly
