Clar
“Why can’t I go?” Nick sulked as he padded his way to the reading nook, curling up in a ball on the couch. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to paint my lips with my favorite nude lipstick.
He made a whining sound and then took a deep breath. I paid him no mind and walked towards the bed to put on my shoes. Nick grunted and made another whiny sound. I whipped my head to him and shot him a menacing glare. “Cut it out!” I shouted at him. He just pouted and whined again. I swear to god.
“No! Take me with you!” he retorted back to me.
“You can’t go to the wedding dress shopping with us! You weren’t supposed to see my dress until it's in the church on our wedding day!” I said to him and he just shook his head at me slowly.
“f**k that, Clar. We are werewolves, they don’t mean nothing”
