Odessa POV
“What does that even mean? Haven’t you been through enough?” I asked, following Maverick into the kitchen.
“Sounds like you’re not mad at me anymore, Little Odessa.”
I frowned. He hadn’t called me that in so long. It sounded perfect and pleasing coming out of his mouth.
“I wasn’t mad, I was scared. I’m still scared.”
Meadow didn’t know anything about the venom. Besides, most wolf venom comes out of their claws, not their mouths. Which was how it got passed to the wolf who died.
Maverick pulled out a beer bottle from the fridge and a carton of apple juice for me.
“If you’re scared of hurting someone accidentally, I’ll teach you how to control yourself, deal?”
I nodded. “Sure.”
“Good. Now Seth won’t try to kill me. It’ll be too obvious that it’s him. I have to find Roach
