Meredith.
I blinked repeatedly, my gaze searching the bathroom frantically.
Maybe I heard wrong or that was my imagination.
I tried to downplay the voice I heard, but deep down, I was shaking. I was afraid. So afraid of so many things.
But a fearful person doesn't get answers right?
There was only one way to confirm my doubt, so I replaced a bit of my fear with curiosity since I couldn't hide it all.
"Do you hate Draven?" I asked, squeezing my brows as I moved the loofah slowly across my arms as my ears perked up.
I didn't want to miss that rich female voice.
"How did you come to that conclusion?"
My heart raced in my chest as Draven's loofah slipped from my hand and fell into the tub.
That's my wolf? I-I have a wolf?
My reaction moved in different stages in less than a minute.
First came Fear. A little bit of surprise and then came shock.
My lungs almost collapsed and my heart, it almost failed me.
