Chapter 21: 'The Howling Five are made up of...'

ROSE

The superstar brisk-walked to the kitchen and I was hot on his trail.

"Come on, Rum. Tell me, what is 'sling dash'?"

He grabbed a glass from the shelf, glanced at me and groaned in surrender, “Urgh! It’s a sport. We played it back home.” The glass was slammed frustratingly on the counter, signalling his unwillingness to continue with the topic.

But I was immersed in the thrill of discovering a new world and couldn’t stop. “What’s it like?”

A jug of water in his hands, he closed his eyes to mentally count to ten and breathed, “It’s hard to explain.” Then, he opened his eyes and poured water into his glass. Abruptly, he snapped, “And it’s not important for my fucking allergy, so I’m not answering.”

I pouted at the counter top. Humph! I’ll find it out on my own then. Erasmo did say that the others are coming for Rum—that means I can meet more werewolves!

I looked up and he appeared startled and looked away. Puzzled, I asked, “What’s wrong? Something on my face?”

“No,” he