Chapter 29

Angelo liking me was the most hilarious thing I heard in the past few weeks. It’s not that Angelo is ugly—he was damn attractive, kind, a literal boy-next-door type since he’s my neighbor. I admit that he’s likable. But what am I? I’m just a half-blood and he’s a pure werewolf. A type who wasn’t interesting at all.

I never had the chance to ask him what are his reasons for why he liked me. I wish it was a joke, but he looked so serious about it. If I let myself attach to the thought, I wouldn’t be able to focus. My goal was to find the...