Twelve

Davina

A wave of cold breeze brushed past my face as I turned the knob leaving the door agar, Keith's scent filled the room and I almost gagged. It was unusual for a room to smell too much like the owner, I sighed; my mission in mind and with no time to waste, I stared down at my feet as if I haven't seen them before. They definitely have seen better days but they still looked better than most Werewolves I've seen.

A wave of nostalgia hit me as I remember Alpha Cullum had once made fun of my feet and called them to tiny to hold my whole weight. I blinked back the tears that formed at the corner of my eye, anytime I remembered him I was prone to crying which is why I've made it my sole core to find out who murdered him.

I stood at the door for few minutes, pinpointing what exactly it was that kept me from exploring the room in front of me was confusing, I debated going in which was weird.

It was already stated that we are only mates by name hence no one was to invade in the other's