Sanza was an orphan until Mr and Mrs Dawson adopts her into their family and Sanza soon realises Mr Dawson is the leader and head doctor of a werwolf pack.
Realising things are not as they seem Sanza also makes a new discovery about herself, somethi...
"Now that you can finally see the front of the mansion and will soon get to settle into your new room; would you like a tour of the house?" Mr Gorgeous asked me.
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"I'm sorry can you please repeat that, I found it hard to concentrate" I mumbled out whilst in the process of licking my lips nearly clean off.
He must have noticed me because I couldn't help but stare at him as he shrugged his shoulders out of his jacket and purposely flexed his muscles whilst throwing his jacket over one shoulder with his free hand.
"What did you say your name was again?" I asked, still stuttering.
"I didn't; it's Benjamin. Benjamin Jackson Barker; my dear lady" he said this whilst sporting the biggest, cheesiest, brightest grin.
"You do this a lot don't you?" I asked, completely unfazed by his handsome looks once I saw his personality and his giant, big, stupidly ugly ego most would say he hid quite well.
However; I was only just figuring myself out.
I could see what would happen if I allowed him to flirt with me, to lead me on.
I could see how he would use me and manipulate me if he had the chance, but I could also see he was afraid of something bigger; maybe someone.
"Well Ben, I can carry my own shit thanks" I said with a cheeky grin also and a bitchy hiss to my voice that would make any normal man step the heck back; Ben wasn't normal though.
I took my bags that he was still having trouble with out from his grasp and tried my best to drag my own luggage to the front doors by myself; which was my huge duffel bag with my world possessions and a small carry on that Helen had packed last minute with snacks and water bottle's; not to mention a small scrapbook with photo's of the places I once knew.
Looking through the small album once I got on the real plane it became apparent to me all of a sudden that Helen really did believe this was goodbye, forever maybe? That is what I was guessing as I looked at every memory Helen had of me growing up, every birthday we threw; every birthday cupcake she made.
I remember that was what she always did for her orphans; gave them a home, a bed.
Showed them what it felt like to have a mother, a friend or just someone who cared.
Every day we made a good one; but whenever a bad one showed up, it'd stick around for weeks, sometimes month's.
Does it all depend on who they were and why it is they are now gone?
They told me things.
Secrets are meant to be kept, I don't want to lose a friend do I?
You never see them after they go, I was the only one they sent back.
