Chapter Eighteen – Her size

“None of your business. And you better not have killed the squirrel!” Margaret yelled at Han.

He retreated back behind Lydia and Evelyn surprised, slapped Margaret on her shoulders.

“What’s with you? Yelling at your brother cos of your silly crush on a wolf man. Why, is it his red hair? Or good looks? Han didn’t kill anything. We brought him from the temple ourselves” Evelyn pointed at Margaret who was looking down at her hands.

“Yeah. If any of us had killed any squirrel, it would be you” Lydia added, making both Evelyn and Margaret face her.

“Of course, you might have stepped on...