Silver’s POV
Shit!
They are here already.
I am so slow.
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I'm shuddering and, quivering from head to toe, no, this isn’t the plan. I promised myself that being scared or dreading anybody, especially anyone from the werewolf kingdom would never be a part of me anymore. I have accepted that they are my past.
I grab a pen knife that lays pretty on the tray of watermelons, I move closer to the door as gently and quietly as I can.
Who is there?
The knock grew louder. I open the door with the pen knife behind my back.
Mr. Nice Guy was standing right in front of me.
I catch my breath while holding my chest as the knife falls to the ground.
“Are you okay?” He inquired with a bit of intention, holding me in a bit of a rush.
I’m good, I was a bit startled.
“Why, is anything the m
