CHAPTER 42

  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 ones who killed my parents and help Mila, who’s still on the verge of thinking that the alpha was the one who killed hers. I wasn’t here to break my virginity and have a relationship.