Chapter 35

• There he was, standing right in front of me, his gaze fixed on my eyes, his expression serious, I always found it hard to read his expressions. His arm was resting on the door frame, waiting. His gaze was the same as always, a little dark. To think that he is a wolf, a werewolf, my God, I tried to close the door but he, as if nothing, stopped it.
• "We need to talk," he said in a harsh voice.
• "I don't want to talk to you," I muttered, a little louder, struggling to close the door, but obviously my strength is useless against his.