Chapter 12 This is profanity!

Zoey’s POV

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“Zoey?” Nana mindlinks me “Are you awake?” she asks me.

I just stared at the ceiling .I didn't sleep at all last night. How was I supposed to do it after everything that happened recently?

Last evening I ran out of the packhouse as if its walls were infected with leprosy, I would have done anything to teleport myself as far as possible from Tristan Mayer and his pack but as I was leaving the area a loud growl echoed from behind.

Mason!

I turned around and faced him, coming in my direction in military steps, ready to knock me down. I am so sick of him. In the last few years he acted like a stalker, and I feel his eyes checking on me wherever I go. He gives me a bad feeling and makes me feel insecure wherever he is around. I know that he hates me. I know that it was his father who found me in the woods with my dead family. Whatever is related to the Reynolds family gives me an unpleasant vibe.

“What the hell do you want, Mason?” I asked him full of rage. He looks like crap