get lost

Andrea stepped onto the porch with a magazine in one hand and her phone in the other. She sat down flipped through the pages for a while and shut it close. She sighed.

Her mind went back to the events that happened ealier. Two nights ago. An insane ruckus had broken out, rendering the entirety of Brookehurt barren. Even worse was the fact that Vintage hadn't been left out in the destruction. Her roommate, Yvonne had come home with all the gist and with photo evidence from her phone to support her claim. Andrea had been to the sorceress's, giving her a piece of her mind. Now, learning about the sad fate of Vintage only made her want to embrace The Master and whisper words of consolation to him.

She'd seen the video footage, how fierce his wolf was. It was an instant turn on. She felt guilty for getting the arousal, but how could she stop it? There was no getting that. The same way there wasn't getting around the fact that The Master was a wolf! She'd been clueless all this time. Clue