ANNABELLE'S POV
It’s a coincidence, right? It can’t be him, it just can’t.
The thought of how I even acted in front of him yesterday goes through my head and my blood runs cold. I’m in big s**t, what should I do? Maybe I can convince my uncle to make him stay at the pack house because that way I won’t be bumping into him every single day. And knowing myself, what I did yesterday was just a glimpse, I really do tend to get myself in trouble. It’s like I stop thinking when I’m put in certain situations. I even know that I shouldn’t provoke these men, but I guess I’m an i***t.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Emma asked while placing her hand on my shoulder. My attention shifted from the wall I'd been blankly staring at for a couple of minutes to her.
I didn't have the energy to stand up aft
