Page 40 of His White Moonlight
He frowned slightly as he studied me.
“No?Then get out.”I grabbed his arm.
It annoyed me to know that everything—turning him, pushing him toward the door, and even punching his nose—was because he allowed it all.He could’ve dodged or blocked any of it, but he didn’t.
Once he was in the hall, I slammed my door in his bleeding face and turned off the music as I replayed my conversation with Sophia in my head.I hadn’t said anything to explain who I was talking to or why or what we were talking about.
The explosive sound of a fist hitting the other side of my door was followed by a split in the wood.My eyes went wide.I backpedaled then bolted to the bathroom for my phone.
I hurriedly called Mom.“Bennett’s really mad.”
“What happened?”
“I accidentally hit him and made his nose bleed.”
“Are you okay?”
I loved her for asking that first.
“Nothing’s broken.He made sure before getting mad.”
“Why did you hit him?”
“It was an accident, Mom.I was on the phone with someone, and when I opened my bathroom door, he was in my room.I wasn’t expecting him there and just reacted without thinking.”
“Were you talking to a boy?”
“Are you serious?Bennett’s wrecking the house, and you’re worried I’m breaking your no-boys rule?”
Something crashed in Bennett’s room, which was right next to mine.Whatever it was, it was big enough to shake the floor.
“He’s throwing things, Mom.”
“It’s okay, Wrenly.He’ll calm down in a bit.”
“Before or after he destroys the whole house?When are you coming home?”
“We’re still in the city.It would take us over an hour to get to you.Go talk to him.”
“Are you crazy?I just hit him.I’m pretty sure the last person he wants to see is me.”
“I think you’re the only person he needs to see.Apologize and try hugging him.Call me when he’s settled down.”
She hung up.
I looked at the phone in disbelief.
Not for the first time, I wished I’d been fostered by a human family instead of a werewolf one.Life would have been so much easier.
As soon as I had that thought, I felt guilty.Mom repeatedly told me how much she’d dreamed of having a daughter.Both she and Dad loved me unconditionally.I could do no wrong in their eyes—unless I even looked at the opposite sex.That was their bottom line, and I’d never been brave enough to touch it, not that they’d given me access to boys to try.
Play nice and make peace, Wrenly, so you can leave and have the freedom you want.
Releasing a long, calming breath, I squared my shoulders and left my room.
Bennett’s bedroom door stood open.He was standing beside a large, tipped-over dresser.A broken drawer lay farther away with clothes scattered around it.One of the floorboards was cracked, too.
I wanted to turn around and walk away like I hadn’t seen a thing, but I made myself knock on the doorframe instead.
