Katrina’s point of view
“I didn’t know you smoked” I say walking past him without responding to his offer.
I need to get away from him, but my body craves for him. I want to feel him close to me.
“Once in a while” He replies, handing it to me.
“No, thank you. Not killing myself when I am so young” I force a smile, and he chuckles, shaking his head.
“We are wolves. It would take more than this to kill us” he says in that arrogant voice that I have found myself lately wanting to hear more of.
“Tell that to the wolves who died because they didn’t stop smoking” I retort and without thinking twice he throws the cigarette to the ground and smashes it.
“Come with me,” he says as I swallow hard. I am exhausted and do not think I have the energy to go anywhere.
‘Please’ he links to me as I purse my lips together. I want to say no to him but the desperation in his eyes.
I cannot bring myself to say no.
I nod.
It took him over an hour to get to where he was taking me. Once we get there, he gets
