When I looked at the time and saw the numerals glowing—9:00 PM—I knew I had to go. I had to bring the dress back before the store closed. I smiled politely at John as I turned to him.
"Excuse me." I'm going to leave now.
"Let me take you home," he said, his voice low and overly eager.
I shook my head because I didn't want to deal with the extra stress that came with him. "It's fine," I said, already turning away, but I ran right into someone.
A stinging shock rushed through me, and then a voice full of hate came through. "Are you blind?"
The female in front of me smelled like perfume and attitude. I took a step back, shocked, and said sorry without thinking. "I'm sorry."
She laughed, and a nasty smile curled her lips. "You think saying sorry makes everything better? After you step on me? "Get down and clean my shoes."
I froze, and my blood boiled under my skin. People looked at her because her voice was so loud. My wolf woke up and got angry at the shame.
