He still wasn’t saying anything. He was giving me the attitude, acting like I wasn’t even there.
That was driving me crazy, why was he keeping silent? Why won’t he talk to me, why won’t he...
I took a deep breath and took my black hoodie and wore them over the nighties. My dagger was intact. I touched them. Then packed my hair.
I was ready for the hunt.
I don’t care what he’s gonna do or say. I’ve to find out who was killing the wolves of the Salmon pack.
It would be fun.
“Are you coming Creamy, or you’re gonna sit there?”
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“You want me to expect me to sit down and do want, I’m not gonna do that. I’m gonna go out there and find him and kill him and eat him.”
Creamy’s eyes popped out at my last word. Because I said it like I fucking mean it.
“We’ll go. Together.”
Zyair mouthed and stood up from the chair.
“I think I’ve got an idea...” he coughed.
I wanted to move but I didn’t go to him. I had to control myself. If he wanted some distance I s
