Werewolves in the U.K. chap.4
Carmen's POV
As soon as I got my luggage I realized that I had lost the rest of the pack. I mentally kicked myself.
'Damn me and my mental stupidity!' I sighed to myself 'well I better wait for them.' So I sat in a chair close by.
Holy mother of God what time is it!? Only 2 minutes have passed! Somebody up there must really hate me. I'm bet it's my mother, she always was a bucket of sunshine (Note the sarcasm).
" Hey you think that's one of Claire's friends ?" I looked up to the mention of my pack's beta's name to see two guys. They couldn't be vampires, to tan. Couldn't be demons, they don't smell like rotting flesh,.(AN: I never said that they only kill vampires!) I think your wondering why I suddenly went to those conclusions, well those two human killing species don't like us very much. Shaking those thoughts from my head I walked behind them. I could just see what they were looking at on my tiptoes, it was a picture of Claire, Sandy, and me at our high school graduation.
"How many bloody stalkers can one person have? Cause I think my friends and I have just broken Madonna's record." I say a little pissed.