Chapter 350: Pick a Side, Damn it

Talia "I'm coming with you." The scene replayed over and over in my head. Frankly, I thought Amalia was the cutest little thing ever, especially beside Connor. Of course, him not being a werewolf like her probably meant he could only sense a sliver of the attraction she felt. It must have been terrible for her to witness the one who made her heart race barely recognize it—only for him to, well, effectively not care. In some ways, I felt bad for her, but in other ways, I thought she was going to be strong enough. After all, she had endured the terrible personality of her former mate, at least he was dead. "You know what?" I turned to look at her. It was strange, but also comforting to know that she had taken rather comfortably to me. I felt like a big sister. "Are you older than me?" she asked. "No," she shook her head. "I am 20 years younger—at least younger than him." She gestured to her cousin. "He told me that you're about four years older than me." Goodness, she was young. It was