CHAPTER THIRTY THREE I'm crazy. I'm crazy.
Anna muttered to herself behind the bathroom door. Her poor heart refused to stop pounding in her chest.
She couldn't get his confession out of her head. His apologies had both warmed her heart and reminded her why she shouldn't fall for him. He was a bully, the same bully who had made her miserable, yet somehow managed to make her traitorous heart beat wildly.
"You should accept him. He's worthy of us," Astrid, her wolf, said.
Anna blinked. "You finally decided to talk to me?"
Astrid rolled her eyes. "I'm an ancient wolf. You don't just invade my privacy like that."
Anna was bewildered. Do wolves have this much pride, or was it just hers?
"Stop thinking rubbish. You should know I can feel all your emotions," Astrid said, sounding annoyed.
