The storm rolled in before sunset.
By nightfall, it was violent enough to shake the windows of Silverfang Mansion. Wind howled against the stone walls like wolves grieving in the distance, and sheets of rain slammed against the glass in frantic rhythm. Lightning flashed white across the dark forest, casting long shadows over the room I had been hiding in.
Hiding from him.
From us.
From what we had done.
From what we could not take back.
I paced the floor, arms wrapped around myself as thunder cracked overhead. Every sound made my nerves jolt. But none of it compared to the storm inside my chest. That one had been building for weeks, growing darker each time Chase walked into a room and pretended not to look at me.
We could not avoid each other forever.
Tonight, fate forced the issu
