"Oh, you will surely tell me everything, but you know, this shirt that I am wearing," he pointed towards his white shirt, "this is pure white, and I didn't want it to get stained," he mockingly said.
I again turned my gaze downwards. {I hate these people. They only know how to get their work done by any means. I hate everyone - hunters, wolves, witches, everyone,} "I will tell you everything that you need to know. You will not even need to t*****e me," he didn’t say anything, but I also didn’t look at him. More than these wounds, my attraction towards him is killing me.
"My mom is a huntress, and killing wolves is the only motto of her life. When I was born, I was trained to be a huntress from my childhood. My mom always taught me only one thing: 'Wolves are creatures that are meant to
