-Cora-
I’m going to die. Well, that’s an over exaggeration. I may combust if Joseph doesn’t smell our pup soon, though.
I didn’t smell Peter at first because of all the wolfsbane around me. Joseph told me, and I was mad. I was mad there was a pup, and I was mad he knew before me.
I smelled the new pup yesterday morning, but Joseph didn’t. It was a nice secret for a few hours, but now I’m done having a secret. He’s the King of All f*****g Werewolves. How has he not smelled it?
I pick up the end of one of the trunks and drag it to the door just as Joseph walks out of the bathroom, towel tied low on his hips.
“Stop, Mate,” he says, rushing over to me. “What are you doing?”
Joseph takes the trunk from my hand and lets it fall to the floor. “I was getting things together.”
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