DEREK:
“Mom...” frustratingly, I say as the voice of my mother invades my mind as I walk through the hall. “Mom,” then I stop to turn around to look at her because she has been tagging right behind me since I got into the building, “What are you doing?”
She has her hands folded over together as she stares at me sternly. Almost as if she has the intention to tear me limb from limb.
“What does it look like I'm doing?” goes her response to my inquiry.
“I know what you’re trying to do, but can you just stop? I don’t want to be forced to lock out everyone else from mind-linking me,”
“Well, didn’t you already do that when you thought it was okay to stay away from the pack without informing anybody about your whereabouts?”
I have to resist the urge to run a hand through my hair. Yes, I am
