She glared at him and muttered some inaudible things that he couldn't hear because she only moved her lips as though she said something, knowing how keen the hearing skills of werewolves could be.

"And I told you that it was an insult. I'm seventeen, I'll soon be turning eighteen, so stop telling me such things," she complained.

"You'll soon be turning eighteen? That's good to know, so say it," he dared her.

"I shot an arrow at him.... Alvin, why should I say it?" she asked with a pout, turning to him with a frown forming on her face.

"Say it," he said, his gaze turning serious, making it...