What if Demotrix knew what we were up to and she was just waiting for the right time to take me down? To show me how dangerous she really was.
I mean, she was a villain. She kept tabs on me. Somehow. I still have to figure out how she managed to know a lot about my life. The first time we visited her, she knew about my love for Paul and yet I also felt something for his brother Zack. But that problem got sorted out. Now I was certain the only person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with was my Wolfe, Paul. He made me feel at home. He made me feel loved and protected. I mean, come on, the bastard was a freaking werewolf.
He was thrice my size when he was in his werewolf form. And that only pulled me closer to him.
But just as I said earlier, she might have only helped me because she
