PEARL’S POV
“So, Miss Pearl, tell me a little about yourself.”
“Why? So, you can use it against me with whatever little secret your holding?” I blurt out.
I don’t know why I did, but it seems the longer I stand here, to pussyfoot around the truth is pointless.
“What the hell did you just say?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but my tongue became dry and stuck to the roof of my mouth. I cannot seem to answer quickly enough. Jake takes the gesture as a sign of weakness and steps closer.
“Answer me, Pearl. What are you talking about?”
I can hear the urgency to know the truth in Jake’s voice as I set the Teen Wolf book down on the shelf. I try again, but somehow, I still cannot answer him. Being stuck in an office with a fake werewolf should be simple to me. Typically, I let events and
