~Wolfetheon Pack~
A bile formed in Diane's throat... Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and her mind reeled.... How much guts does he posses? Who exactly does he think he is? What gave him the temerity to come all the way here to see her? They weren't close and they never will be. All the times she spent in his pack, she was treated with nothing but contempt, disdain and cruelty.
'A peculiar relationship as what?' Diane asked the Queen in a small voice.
'Are you okay?' she queried, possibly noticing the mood swing.
Diane inclined her head.... 'Yes, I am. I'm just curious as to what this 'Peculiar relationship' is.'.
'He didn't mention...'
'I'll pass.'.
'pass?...'
'I don't want to see him'
Thankfully, the Queen didn't ask any questions on the decision made, politely respecting
