My eyes widened at what he was suggesting.
"You're scaring the girl, Nate," someone said. I looked behind me to see George push off a pillar where he was leaning on and watching us.
Nate chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest and he took a step back. "Relax, I'm just joking." He replied.
George came to stand with us. "She's gone pale." He said. "And I've been looking all over for her."
I exhaled quietly. "I'll… go," I said and turned, walking away quickly.
I hated this man. Hated everything about him. But why did I act like some scared animal with him there?
"I'll see you later, little wolf," Nate said to me as I turned out of his sight.
Little wolf. The nickname rang in my head. I didn't even have a wolf yet. Was he mocking me?
"Gemma, wait up," George said as he walked ov
