DAISY’S POV
"Right," Harold rumbled, his voice sounding like he was suspicious and his eyes kept wandering between us. The air in the room was pensive as if we were all waiting for what was coming next.
I was still trying to wonder who was standing behind Harold and all I could conclude was that he was his friend because of how close and comfortable they looked with each other.
During the seconds of silence, I took my time to study his heavy build similar to that of Harold but unlike Harold’s black hair, he had blonde hair and his eyes were green similar to mine while Harold spotted honey brown eyes.
I felt a shift in the air and from the purring of my wolf, I could tell that Harold had turned his attention to me. I turned to him to catch his eyes. Immediately our eyes caught each oth
