"Yes, and when we were over, it went from wicked witch to evil bitch," Victoire laughed. In their teen years, there were many names exchanged. They were lucky to have made it through that time. She loved her sister.
She listened to the story, filling in gaps in her head. She wasn't stupid when it came to relationships and she had started much younger than her sister. She nodded at the last words. Her sister loved him, and that filled in enough missing pieces. "It's hard, but why wouldn't he want you? You are beautiful, and smart, and funny. So you happen to have fangs and a furry tail at times." She laughed at the joke, trying to lighten the mood.
She reached over and stroked her hair again. "You were not stupid. I know he isn't really the kind of boy to be serious about. He is nice, but - ". She let the word hang there not really sure how to finish. She had seen Dylan with many people. She didn't know if he understood a thing about relationships, and couldn't remember him ever having one. He had already hurt her sister.
"How does the bonding work? Does that have to do with being a werewolf?"