With one statement, Primrose's defenses started to crumble. Her barely steady heart dropped again. The emptiness in her chest felt like a horrow, sorrow howling deep within it.
Fred scoffed at her reaction. He wasn't afraid of her attacking him. He took another step forward, only for Primrose to raise her foot and kick his knee. With a groan, he was pushed back three steps.
Disbelief on her face, she commanded, "Explain."
It was a question asked within her mind and out loud. She wanted answer and it didn't matter who gave it.
"History. Who can tell if it's true or not?" Fred laughed manically. He stood back up and stuck both hands in his trouser pockets.
The casual stance alerted her even more. Clenching the teeth hurt her jaw. It kept her alert. Her wolf remained silent.
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