@xxsariayoung
Son of a bitch. Roan struggled to keep his face neutral as he spotted a set of blonde locks he couldn’t mistake anywhere. Saria, of all people, was not supposed to be here tonight. “Miss Young,” he hissed, forgetting in his shock and worry his own self-imposed rule of not using the actual names of his fellow werewolves while they were undercover. “You shouldn’t be here.”













