Hunter’s pov:
Angeline was the kind of nightmare one could not wake up from easily.
I wasn’t sure why she was even at my pack, and I couldn’t say I cared much, as long as she wouldn’t try to mess up my relationship with my sweet Eden.
Seeing as dad told me to make her feel welcome, seemingly under the impression that we were close, I found myself begrudgingly giving her a tour.
It was Saturday, many pups littered around, and adults watched over them, fond expressions on their faces.
“This could be us,” she let out in a disgustingly dreamy tone of voice.
“In your dreams,” I retorted stoically, even as I showed her to another part of the land.
She already f*****g knew the place. In our senior year, she had claimed she needed to see me urgently, and her father hadn’t hesitated
