Shirley
I felt like I was drowning in truths I never asked for.
The silence in Dante’s living room hung like a heavy fog, thick with revelation and regret. My breath was shallow. My heart still hadn’t caught up with the weight of what he’d just told me.
A wolf hunter.
A dormant one.
All this time, I thought I was just unlucky, scarred by heartbreak, trying to rebuild my life in a town full of strange shadows and beautiful distractions.
But the truth?
It had fangs. And claws.
And a name that echoed in my blood.
“I need time to think,” I murmured, standing up and brushing past him toward the door. My hand was on the knob when his voice stopped me.
“I’m not done.”
I paused, but didn’t turn around.
“There’s something else you need to know.”
I exhaled and slowly faced him again, no
