One Vampire, One Werewolf, One Forbidden Love, P.4

”A WHAT !” I nearly screeched. “Now you see why it was so important that I talk to you. If this vampire finds out that I hang with you, it could get me killed. Our you!” Angie’s voice was sad, her head was bowed in thought.

“Wait I think I may have an idea here.” I said pacing back and forth. “You always said that I didn’t smell like my kind, you said it was the thing that kept you alive, I mean your parents hating werewolves and all.” My pacing slowed as I began to think this through. “But hey, I’ve been over to your house a lot and your parents don’t know, maybe he won’t either.â€? My expression was hopeful, Angie’s was doubtful. “It’s a good thought but what if his senses are sharper than my parents?â€? I stopped to look at her carefully, her question hung in the air for a minute. “Well then I can take care of myself!â€? I finaly said determinedly, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

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