"That, I will," purred a tall, golden brunette. She strutted towards us and stopped beside Eric, draping a perfectly tanned arm on his shoulder. Behind her was a gorgeous, oddly pale Latino. His sharp canines gleamed as he smiled, just slightly.
"Lydia," snarled Seth, his fists tightening until his knuckles were as white as his fur was. She pranced to him and ran a hand through his beautiful blonde hair. I stiffened, glaring at her.Am I jealous?
Obviously. That's our man! I don't want her wolf all over mine!
"Hello, Sethie," she grinned, making him flinch. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his face, dropping it back down. Lydia laughed and fluttered her thick lashes.
"Get your slutty ass away from him," I hissed. Her smile dropped and she looked at me. I felt my pulse quicken but held my ground. She stepped towards me, her face inches from mine.
"I suggested you shut your mouth, little girl," she growled. I scoffed and eyed her.
"Little girl? You look the same age as me," I snapped. A smirk creeped upon her face.
"I'm a hundred and sixty one," she laughed. I gawked at her, then at Seth.
"Then how old areyou!?" I guestioned. He looked down and sighed.
"A hundred and sixty five," he mumbled. I flopped down on the sofa; I couldn't believe what I was hearing!
"Dad, are werewolves immortal!?" I questioned. He chuckled and shook his head.
"Immortals are beings which cannot be killed. People often say vampires are immortal, but if a stake through the heart kills them...they aren't immortal," he smiled.
"You didn't answer my question," I grumbled.
"No, werewolves are not Immortal. They can live forever, true, but can be killed," he divulged.
"How?" asked Evaline, just as interested as I was.
"On the Bloodmoon. It occurs annually, in the month of October," he chuckled, puzzled why she was asking this.
Isn't it like, the 18th today?
"What about every other day? What if I, like, walked up to Seth and ripped his heart out or tore his head off?" I questioned, and Seth exploded in laughter.
"I would regenerate instantly," he laughed. I cringed, and so did Eva.
"You couldn't kill him if you tried," hissed Lydia. I glared at her and stood up.
"He's a purebred. Could snap your neck before you even blinked," she smirked. I looked up at Seth and he winked.
I know he wouldn't hurt me.
Sky, he loves you. His wolf told me.
I want to hear him say it.
"Alright, we get it; you're oh-so-smart," groaned Eva at Lydia. "Can you leave now?"
"If Seth agrees to return with me, so we can mate," she smiled. I growled—literally. Everyone in the room stopped and stared at me. I felt sparks prick my skin, and giggled.
Oh-mee-god! Skyler, can you hear me!?
Holy shit, Evaline, is that you?
Yeah, I saw the spell in your Dad's little box and just said it in my head!
We are SO doing this more often!
Can you girls take this somewhere else! I'm squished in here.
Holy shit! Is that Iris!?
Yeah, cool, right!?
Fine, I'm leaving!
"Earth to Skyler!" yelled Dad. I shook my head and looked at him.
"What were you doing?"
"Just thinking..." I lied.
"Liar. You were talking to your wolf," accused Lydia.