“You’re going down, Nina. You’re so dead!” Mocks Bianca.
My heart unnecessarily hammers in my chest. I have never felt so out of my league. Bianca on the other hand, seems to be in her element, like this is something that she does every day. Her eyes burn with a passion and fire that resembles those of a maniacal beast hunting his prey.
“No!” I yelp, knowing that my doom is looming closer by the second.
Everyone else present laughs at my approaching, inevitable demise, even Troy. This is hardly fair, I am in no way prepared to compete with Bianca, not in this way.
“Ha! Got ya!” Laughs Bianca, a triumphant smile gracing her face.
I throw the gaming controller on the table and huff in defeat. With some time to kill, Troy and I joined the younger werewolves in their games room. Bianca
