17 years old,
Seems like an insignificant age to many, but to werewolves, it is the most important age in their lives.
Leianne Reinne is a highschool student; hot boyfriend, male and female best friend and supportive brother. On the horizon of her...
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"Leianne, you are being ridiculous and difficult!" Artemis complains.
"How is that, wolf?" I ask, rolling my eyes.
"Talk to Jerome, tell him what you're feeling." She says.
"Why should I? He wouldn't care." I say, folding my clothes and placing them into my overnight bag.
"You're gonna run away from your problems again?" She asks.
"I'm just going to spend the night with Aria and Damien, not run away," I say.
I watch the small box Jerome handed to me on my birthday, sit on my dresser. I couldn't muster the courage to open the gift. I pin my best friend, charm-bracelet, that Aria and Damien bought together as my birthday gift, and exit my room.
"Mom, I'm leaving," I say, scanning her room for her.
"Okay, baby, be safe." She shouts from her bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Jerome asks, and I brush past him.
"To meet my new man," I say, dashing to my car.
I pull out of the driveway and drive to Aria's house. I arrive there and observe the twins' cars. Damn mates and their needy asses. I slam my car door and march up Aria's pathway. Before I can ring the bell, the door swings open and the twins avoid my stare.
