Mina
Disgust. Pure, unfiltered disgust twisted across his pale face. I swallowed hard. He wasn't done. His lips curled into a sneer, and his breath became ragged from the effort to keep upright. The sight of his face was nothing like I had ever seen.
If I didn't know my brother, I would think he hated me for having a simple conversation and trying to clear up a misunderstanding with the greatest being on planet earth.
“What?” I whispered, barely able to form the word. I dreaded what he would say and what he would tell me next. I knew the extent of his hatred towards the werewolves. He was there when it happened—when they were both brutally crushed to death for mating and having me and my brother.
But they were so much in love. Sometimes I would watch them in the kitchen, okay with each
