Emma stared skeptically at the girl whom she had thought was the leader of the clique from yesterday. The latter was staring at her too, her face blank of any emotions.
What was the problem this time around? She thought, as she watched the girl stroll up to where she was standing.
Derek was still standing beside her.
"Can we talk outside for a minute?" The girl asked, not even sparing her boyfriend a glance.
"You can say whatever you want to say here, Miss." Derek commented, before she could say anything in reply.
"I wasn't speaking to you wolf, and stop acting like she is your mate, or is she?" The girl asked, looking at her boyfriend now.
Wolf? Mate? What the hell is that suppose to mean? She had heard mate a couple of times since she had come to this county, but had relegated it as a term for dating couples or something like babe and all those romantic shits, but wolf? That was a first.
