Regan
My tiny fairy girl is back, but this time, Thalia isn’t alone. She is sitting on the top of the shoulder of some stupidly pretty werewolf that makes all of my hackles rise.
There is a heavy sigh inside my head coming from my inner wolf, Shadow. ‘I f*****g can’t deal with you sometimes... You’re bruised and battered, literally half-dead, and you’re worried the little fairy girl will be stolen from you? Really? You’re jealous at a time like this?’
‘I’m not jealous...’ I mutter, despite knowing my wolf can see right through my bullshit.
Hell yes I’m jealous. I might not know Thalia that well, but she is cute, and now she is with a good-looking prick that could rival my own appearance. Seriously, f**k this guy.
“You can put me down, Everett,” Thalia says and pats her friend’s neck.
