âWhat are you talking about?â The werewolf asks, brows knitted together. To say he was judgemental, might have been an understatement â though Nye would always say that he was working on it. How hard he was working on it, was another story. âIâm not sureâŠAre you drunk or something? OrâŠmaybe you need a drink?â He purses his lips, because he certainly needed one if he was going to be dealing with this.Â
âoh, I um...nothing. I was just saying hello. Sorry. I guess Iâm too friendly when it comes to other wolves.â Maria bit her lip and looked down at the manâs confusion, realizing now she shouldâve just kept to herself.  âIâll leave you alone. Didnât mean to bother you.â











