Willow
“So, what is the deal with Shepard?”
I tried to keep my voice light, pretending like my interest in the fascinating lycan was casual as Daisy expertly navigated the rutted dirt road in the truck as we headed towards the field where a tractor sat unmoving. If she could hear the agitation in my tone, she didn't mention it.
“What do you mean?” she asked as she dodged yet another pothole the size of the Grand Canyon.
“He just said three words to me. In a row,” I shrugged. “I nearly fell off my chair. It's the most he's ever said to me!”
Daisy chuckled and shook her head. “Shep's always been shy,” she explained. “Especially around people he likes.”
“You expect me to believe he likes me?” I scoffed. It wasn't just hard to believe, it was impossible. He avoided me like I was carrying
