Chapter eleven

Rielle was rooted on her spot as her eyes got teary. May Thatcher was part of the people who gave her nothing but pain. She remembered clearly how jealous she had always being.

But how is it possible? What was she doing in her book? She never wrote a role about Gemma or May. Is destiny playing with her?

Gemma tsked and sucked her teeth. "I must say, I am disappointed. I expected the creator to be someone powerful. Someone whose appearance is enough to bring anyone to their knees." She shook her head and crossed her arms. "How can someone like you create this world?"

Rielle rolled her hand into a ball as Gemma kept talking. In the real world, she always picked on her and it doesn't seem that would be any better in the werewolves world. But this time, Rielle wasn't ready to let her take that opportunity first.

She forced a smile. "And who are you? I haven't seen you here before."

Gemma scoffed. "Are you really the creator? You should know me ya know."

"Well, I only tend to recognize peo