Chapter 8

*Grayson*

She had no right looking nearly as good as she did. Her red hair was in a ponytail. She had on black tights, a white shirt, a black jacket tied around her waist and black ankle boots. She looked more badass than a scientist had any business looking. And it was doing a lot of things to my wolf. Not me, of course. I didn't think she was ever capable of affecting me. Just my wolf. I already knew how rebellious and stubborn she could get beneath that cool exterior of hers.

She halted her movements at my words, turning to face me with a cold look in her eyes. Yes, princess. I'm not about to make any of this easy for you. Her brown eyes flashed a warning at me. One I was very well going to ignore. I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest as I waited for her reply. "There was no need for him to know." She finally spat.

My brows rose as I huffed, moving my head from side to side. "It's okay to keep things to yourself but then it becomes a problem when someone else