8: Neeve
That’s how I realized your sister wasn’t a wolf. Lyle has been having a blast since we came back to the kitchen for one last drink, according to my brother. Eli has just gone to bed, slightly tipsy. The alcohol seems to have calmed her thoughts about Cooper. I don’t have all the details, but she seemed worried. I didn’t know what to say to her except to offer her a drink. As for me, it’s already the fifth last shot… Mark looks up at me and bursts out laughing. "A she-wolf who doesn’t eat meat. Where did you see that?" I roll my eyes. "What would you have done in my place?" I retorted. My brother’s attention turns to Sybil. His lips curl... "I probably wouldn’t have spat on new experiences to ensure my survival." I guess very well that we are no longer talking about survival at this
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