William and I were sprawled across my bed watching a late night horror movie, with hilariously fake blood sprays and over dramatic death scenes, when the door bell rang for an obnoxious amount of times. Rolling my eyes at Will, I drag myself of the bed and down the stairs to the door.
Flinging the door open I plaster a smile on my face that quickly fades at the sight of green eyes and black hair. Oh great, him.
"Hey, look I'm sorry bout the way I reacted..." He trails off noticing my expression. "Are you okay?"
"Why. Are. You. At my house? Did you follow me? Is this some sort of joke?" My chest is heaving and its only half for the anger boiling inside me.
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Beyond the Rift
WerewolfLyssandra has been plagued by loneliness, and a fiery temper, all her life. Her parents died before she was old enough to remember them and her aunt, although loving, is never around. Adrian, mysterious, arrogant, irresistible, has a habit of showin...
