Karl
“And stay out!”
The guard shoves me away with so much force that I nearly pitch forward onto my knees on the front lawn. All around us, curious guests watch and whisper in hushed tones. I turn, dusting myself off, and bow theatrically to the crowd.
“Enjoy the show, everyone,” I chide them. “Go on, why don’t you take a picture?”
At my words, the other guests roll their eyes and turn away. I huff and storm off down the driveway with what little dignity I have left and begin heading back toward where my car is parked along the side of the road.
“I can’t believe it,” I mutter under my breath as I storm off. The winter wind bites at my flushed skin, a perfect contrast from the heat I feel inside. “Did you see the look in her eyes? Like I had hit her!”
My wolf growls
