My Family

Wendy's Point Of View.

I was seated on the bed in my room, humming a song when the door crept open and Alex walked him. His face wore a frown as he walked further into the room and sat on the bed without a word.

He sat down with his gaze cast on the floor without saying a word for some minutes.

I sat up, moved closer to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

“What is wrong, Alex? Why do you look so down?” I asked in a hushed voice, gently patting his back.

He turned to me, our heads less that an inch away from each other. Though I'm not a werewolf blessed with the gift of hearing clearer sounds, I could tell from the look that etched his face that his heart was beating faster than usual. And so was mine I have never been this close to any guy.

He quickly moved back a little, I cleared my throat and looked away too until his voice gasped my attention.

“Sandro called me,” he said, and my head swiftly turned to him.

“Why couldn't he call you after he tried to kill you the last ti