Roses Point of View
Jackson had agreed to pick me up from Alice's house at 7pm. It felt like I'd been getting ready for hours and yet it was still only 6.30. Time was endlessly dragging along and nothing I seemed to do could speed it up. I was walking backwards and forwards across our tiny living room, wringing my hands together so as not to wipe my palms down the front of my dress.
"You are going to wear a trench in to the floor if you keep on like that." Alice scalded me lightheartedly.
"What time is it?" I asked, ignoring her comment entirely.
"A minute since you last asked." She groaned in frustration. "Honestly, if your this bad now, what on earth will you be like when your wolf comes through on your birthday?"
I stopped pacing. It was going to get worse? How? It had be
