CHAPTER 11 - BANQUET

‘Sera, get up, it’s time for practice’ Zallen screamed, like he always does, with an irritating squeaky voice. I can’t understand what L saw in him, I wasn’t in the mood to play along, I could barely close my eyes after knowing he was there, on the balcony in an abandoned area.

What was he doing? Is it a rouge, No, he wasn’t, I could smell him, like a fresh lemon mint, his eyes were something I could fawn over all day….No stop, I consoled my raging heart, but it wasn’t one to listen.

Why was he there alone? Did he recognize me? I don’t think so; we were far away; I was going paranoid. Why now, of all times, I hope we never meet again, because rejection is too cruel, even for a werewolf to handle.

My eyes were fixated on the window, with a candlestick as my weapon and the pillow as my protection gare, I was all set for welcoming an upcoming fight if my mate had come, but he dint,