"The rejection, we’ll that part was pretty much mutual. I wasn't going to force her to be with me when she only had eyes for Josh, but I suppose she never got the chance to tell him." He shrugged his shoulders and sighed finally looking at my curious once more before finally telling me how she died.

"No, he wanted it, he wanted it..." This was a very uncomfortable situation. I couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for her. "He's just sleeping. I know he is. Yeah... yeah just asleep." Ok... this girl was crazy. It wasn't what I was expecting to be honest, I was expecting her to act better than e

Dylan POV. I was sweating profusely as I landed yet another fist on the punching bag that hung in what the wolves call their training room. Gym equipment surrounded me, and my ponytailed hair kept slapping my in the face as I swung round to punch the bag again. "Keep your fists up, your grace.

“Where is everyone today? Usually there’s always people coming in and out of here.” She smiled turning round to show me her arms full of food. “I simply asked for the kitchen today. No one will disturb us.” She stated it so nonchalantly I had to wonder who she was. Why would she have the power to

“There’s no way the queen called you, put your glasses on.” Typical old couple. “And come and help me put the laundry out.” “Woman, my glasses are on, I am staring at queen Dylan.” His eyes rolled in his head before finally turning back to me muttering something about taking himself off of mute. “