7

“Tris?!!” My mum snaps her fingers in front of my face, trying desperately to get my attention. My cheeks redden….the cheeks on my face – but I am pretty sure my other cheeks are red. I lightly blush, as my thoughts were drifting to a certain jerk whose hands felt so good against my…

“Greg!! Come here, there is something wrong with our daughter!” My mum shouts, squinting her eyes in suspicion. I find myself blinking in utter confusion. My wolf, giggles at the back of my head as I hear my father’s caring growls – he rushes into the room, his eyes darkened with worry but also with a promise. His eyes scan me, for most likely any bruises – when he does not find any, he begins to calm down.

“There does not seem to be anything wrong with her…” my father states the obvious while striding to my mother’s side.

“However….” he takes in a deep sniff. I see something playful dance in his eyes, and he does an awful job of hiding a smile.

“There is a strong scent that lingers on you…a male scent…a