"Here, Louve, have a drink." Uncle Lucian handed me a glass of wine. I just stared at it, not wanting to touch even the tip of it. I then avoided his gaze.
He sighed and shook his head. He didn't force the glass on me though. I kept my head down. Amongst the loud noises from the crowd, my wolf's voice echoed inside my head.
'Oh come on, you cannot be serious about this! Really?! Are we going to stay here?! Are you nuts or something, huh?!'
I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. I get where she was coming from, alright. But I was really not in the mood to fight at that moment. I needed to be aware and alert of my surroundings. I need to be more cautious because I still do not trust them…I think I would never trust them…
That's the reason why I don't accept drinks and foods from th
