HELENA.
The bastard was unfazed, like he didn't just run 250 meters twice. Stupid werewolf abilities.
“I didn't cheat, Helena. I let you think you could win, and did the opposite. It's called reverse psychology.”
I snorted
“That's not what reverse psychology is.”
“....”
“Well, I still get your bread, and mine.” He walked happily, carrying both bags of bread.
We arrived at the farmhouse, and met Luna at the porch, waiting. Guilt pierced into me.
“Did you two plan to give me a headache? Why aren't you picking up your phones?” She scolded the moment we got close enough to hear her.
“I'm sorry Luna. Someone here thought it'd be a good idea to have a race on the road.” I said, glaring at Aaron.
His expression, “...”
I giggled inwardly.
“Oh really? Aaron, is the young woman correct?
