A werewolf love 1

Antiope

"Father!"

I storm into the principal room in the pack house just to find my dad smoothly having his morning meal right close to my mom.

"Antiope," he answers.

"Are you genuinely going to stay there and take a gander at me guiltlessly?" I nearly shout and wave the piece of paper I was recently given.

He gets the napkin he has on his lap and wipes his mouth before he gets up, gives my mom a peck and afterward coaxes at me to follow him up his office.

Yet again I do in furious steps, smoldering that he will make this an authority conversation as though I'm not his little girl. At the point when he shuts the entryway behind us, he twines his hands behind his back and goes to me.

I seem to be my dad. Outwardly in any event. He has light hair and green eyes, a lean face with rich points. However, I really do take after my Mediterranean mother. All dull and adjust and I suppose I didn't prepare two times as hard as our heroes do, I would be much rounder.

"You won't shout like a wild