Alpha Jasper
June, my best friend, hops from foot to foot, anxious to rescue me from whatever danger she thinks is out here, but can't bear to risk crossing the threshold of the doorway.
"Thea please...I'm being serious when I tell you to get inside," she says, he voice shaking, and not from the cool breeze.
I dance around on the spot, autumn leaves crunching under my feet.
"Phantom Wolves don't exist," I chant, my voice carrying itself along the breeze. June shakes her head, rubbing her arms up and down nervously.
"I swear to the Goddess that I'm not coming after you when one of them snatches you away and drags you into their rape cave," she tells me. She's not joking.