Atticus' P.O.V.
"How are you?" I looked at the girl in front of me and did not know what to say.
I did not know how to describe this feeling, but I did not like it.
I did not need more people to show me this kind of enthusiasm. It was really an unacceptable burden.
"I'm Coral." The girl looked at me and said enthusiastically. She stared at me, seemingly forgetting to blink.
"The last time you went to our pack, I didn't even have time to see you."
"Coral?" Brook, who was standing beside her, coughed. She waved at me awkwardly as if she had just woken up from a dream, then sat back down in her seat.
Now I was even more certain that they must have seen everything that happened just now. That was why Coral had such an expression.
I knew this name; it seemed that she was the cousin of the Oak Pack's alpha, Amos.
According to Amos, his cousin was a very lively girl, but at the same time, she had a good talent for painting.
