The Night Wolf novel Chapter 28

Unlike most couples, they didn't have heavy make out session in the hallway, which makes every passerby cringe heavily.

"Do you like bread?" Asked Willow in an attempt to change the topic so that Carrie could have a mind diversion from the sad topic. She took a mouthful of the bottle passed to her and regretted it the very moment, because it burned down her throat and made her few very uncomfortable.

"I do," Said Carrie. "what about you?"

"I like bread. Especially white bread. But I don't like wholewheat ones, very grainy." Willow felt her mouth dry up, to help it, she took another swig from the bottle. This time she took it slowly and in less quantity.

"Duh! But I rather like wholewheat bread?"

"Why?"

"Because it's grainy." Said Carrie. "I like the word grainy."

"I hate the word moist."

"Why?"

"Because it's," paused Willow to take another swig and also because she didn't know how to explain. "It's just moist."

"Moist."

"Stop."

"Moist."

"Stop!"

"Moist!" Yelled Carrie.

"I'm out of here."

Carrie guffawed as she pulled the bottle back, or tried to. Willow took another swig before handing the bottle back to Carrie.

"Ah I love you so much." Carrie said to the bottle in her hand. "And I hate you Greg."

"Bye bye. Ciao. Adios. And whatnot." Willow said as she left to go back in.

Willow felt a growing headache. She didn't know why she had that unknown alcohol, but before she could think more about it, her eyes landed on Rowan who was still with Lana, but they were now in the kitchen.

Rowan who was about to drink from his cup stopped short when he too noticed her, he looked as if he was just caught cheating on her. And that is how Willow felt too.

Rowan then looked away, as if she wasn't even present in the same room, further fueling her emotions.

Lana wasn't aware of Willow in the kitchen as she she continued talking. And seeing Rowan's attention on her made Willow infinitely sad and angry. Very very angry that she felt hungry. Hungry for blood and for Lana to 'GTFO'. Even though this was her house.

So she should kidnap Rowan.

Yes! That was the best option.

Willow headed out but bumped into someone very familiar.

Willow ignored him.

"You shouldn't be here in the first place." Muttered Michael. "Listen to me Willow, find Melody, and get out of here. As quick as possible. Are you listening to me."

"No I'm not. I don't want listen to you, you're boring."

"What's going on?" Came the voice of her crush from behind her. The one who hurt her way more than Hunter did, way more than Hunter ever could.

Willow snapped her head back to glare at him, her eyes bloodshot, with tears streaming down her face, though her gaze softened when it landed on him, she felt all warm looking at him standing behind her, but she was still angry at him for ignoring her the past week and for being touchy with Lana and hearing her babble about everything and nothing.

Willow pointed her finger at Rowan. "You're a scumbag."

Rowan blinked. Willow blinked back, but hers was more aggressive. She pursed her lips as she glared at Rowan.

She was mad, very mad. 'Cross' as Rowan would like to put it. She was cross that Rowan had ignored her the whole week and now here he was flirting with Lana Nelson.

"I'll take you home." Said Rowan. "Come on." The idea seemed tempting. For Rowan to take her back home, but-

"No. You're not taking me anywhere." Just to make sure he understood, she added. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Willow." Groaned Rowan. "You're drunk. Come with me."

"I'm not drunk." Said Willow. "Seriously! You don't believe me do yo-why are you making that face?"

It was true though she wasn't drunk, she might have had some sips of the unnamed alcohol, but that was it, she just felt a lot more confident than she always does. It's not like she was going to post her credit card password on Twitter or she wasn't going to get married to a random guy on the street. No. To do that, it would take a lot more alcohol.