*Eva has been recasted*
(Media picture of Eva)
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Eva POV:
I know I've always had this thing for boys my brother didn't like. As his sister, I felt as if I was to do what he didn't want me to. I always had my fun, and the annoying eye rolls from my brother were always a great bonus, but this is a bit much. Elliot can't be my mate but the possibility of knowing maybe, just maybe he is, is both comforting and embarrassing.
Justin hasn't left his room since mom accused him of making the grand mistake. I feel for him, I do believe Justin, but I also understand why mom would get so upset. Elliot is nothing but a werewolf crafted by the devil himself, a character of temptation with the tongue of a siren and heart of a snake. But damn I call him attractive... his face sculpted by God, body chiseled to perfection, his eyes so deep and mesmerizing, lips pink and full even though his bottom lip is more full than his top, and his hair is impeccable locks like Sam Winchester but thicker and fuller. But he's the ultimate bad.
Maybe I should talk to mom, get her to see beside her frustration and hatred. But a seething Estelle is only a ticking time bomb, dad says to never try and talk her out anything because she'll only make matters worse, I believe him. I would talk to Justin but I doubt he'd open his door talk to me.
That's just leaves me one person to talk to, and if I get caught talking to him I'm as good as dead.
I scope the living room, I don't want to run into Jacob or Jason, and certainly not mom or dad. It clear though I just have make it through the open field from home to the pack house without being seen.
"Where are you sneaking off to?" I look into the kitchen and standing right in front of the coffee maker was Westlee.
"Nowhere." How did I forget about him.
"Then can I go nowhere with you?" I can hear in his voice he knew I was up to something that I shouldn't be.
"I thought you were with my dad."
"Nope."
"I don't trust you." I tell him.
"And I don't trust you."
"And what did I do?"
"Nothing. You just look innocent. I never trust the ones that looks innocent because I've learned, they never are."
"You learned that from a Super Max prison."
"Don't believe everything you hear." So the mental hospital.
"Meaning?"
"Nothing. But I would like to go with you." Yea, he learned that in a mental hospital.
"If you go you can't say anything."
"Does it involve breaking the law?"
"No, but if my mom finds out both our asses are dead."
"I like my chances." He leaves the kitchen and walks out the door with me. I lied when I said I didn't trust him. No mater how much Justin doesn't want to believe it he's our brother. Him being a spitting image of dad, gives me this odd sense of safety and protection around him.
Thanks to his time is a super max prison his people/werewolf skills are out of whack. I want to spark a conversation, but all I know I'm gonna get is a dry answer or question for an answer. It's in his blood to be simply annoying.
"So why are you sneaking around? Going to talk to that fellow?" He asks. I don't look at, I just keep walking. "I just want to meet him. Anyone that can cause your family to go ape shit the way they did is worth meeting." He let out a low chuckle.
