I stride angrily down the hill toward the village with my shoulders back and head held high. I might have no idea where the hell I’m going, but I’m not going to let Lucas see that.
Bonded?
Yeah, right.
What a crock of bull. I’ve heard words of admiration, professions of love… all sorts of "sweet nothings" from men. They've tried it all. I’m used to them trying to win me over. I know that they only have one thing on their minds, and once they get it they will leave me high and dry. That’s just what they do.
Then why did this feel so different?
I shake my head and force myself to keep my eyes forward. It wasn’t different. He was just a werewolf, and I was awestruck by his power. That was it.
Just then, I hear footsteps behind me.
Crap. Angelo.
What am I going to do about him now? The
