The Human {Editing}

Chapter 17

Anonymous pov

"What do you mean the deal is off?" He yelled through the phone, and I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

"When I say it's off I mean it's off! Good luck with your life but you won't hear from me again" I said in an evenly irritated tone.

"Oh we shall see about that"

And with that, the line went dead. I buried my head in my hands, exasperated because I knew this won't be the end of it.

"So?"

I looked up, forgetting she was in the room with me. I simply shook my head, as I couldn't find the strength to speak. Her chest rose in anger as she looked at me as if I was the worst person in the world.

"Well you're on your own with this one. I told you not to, but you did anyway! Do whatever you want, but leave me and the people I care about out of it"

With that, she stormed out of the room.

I really dug myself deep in this one.

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-Victoria's pov-

It's been a whole 24 hours and Luka hasn't started talking about his wolfy thing as yet. I had a feeling that he was stalling, but I couldn't go another day without knowing everything.

I just got back from my shift at the diner and I was determined to go have that talk he promised. Buuuutttt right after I get a shower.

Feeling refreshed and somewhat confident, I marched down the hall to the familiar double doored bedroom I knew so well. As I was about to knock, the door flew open revealing a half naked Luka with wet hair, looking sexy and all. Just like in my dream.

"Oh hey. I was on my way to go get a snack. You want one? You can wait in here till I get back" He said as he stepped aside to let me in.

I held up the snacks in my hand, indicating that I already got them before I came upstairs.

You see, Luka was such a baby sometimes. Every night about three hours after dinner, he would go get a snack and bring back to his room. I often wondered how he was still so fit.

Smiling a little, he closed the door and sat on the bed next to me. I climbed up further onto the bed, leaning up against the bed-head as he followed my movements. For someone so disconnected from the world and people, he surely doesn't mind sharing his space with me. Every time I came in here, I always treated his room as my own and he didn't seem to mind.

"So what's up?" He asked as I handed him a snack.

" We have to talk, remember" I retorted with an eye roll.

"Talk about what?"

I just gave him a deadpanned look.

"Okay okay what do you want to know?" He asked, giving me all his attention.

"Everything"

He sighed. "Well we're werewolves" He stated, then continued eating.

Really?