“You’ve been back two days and he hasn’t told you?” She asked.
“No, we haven’t talked a whole lot.”
“Oh,” she said, her nose wrinkled. “Gross.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Her face is red and blotchy.
“I don’t know why I’m surprised. I should know better. He killed Trent,” she choked on his name and fresh tears began to run down her cheeks.
“What?” I asked, breathless.
“He killed Trent,” she wailed. “After you left, I needed someone, I needed … I needed a lot of shit, Adea. He was there and we… he was more than a friend.”
She always liked him, so I’m not surprised to hear that anything happened. As wolves, we prefer to wait for our mate but that isn’t always the case.
“What happened?”
I didn’t want to, I think I already knew the answer but I couldn’t help it. I had to be here for her and she’s probably been keeping this all to herself this whole time. She needed to get it off of her chest.
