Dante
I hadn’t meant to tell her everything.
Not like that. Not all at once.
But when Shirley looked at me—with those wide, haunted eyes, her voice demanding truth after truth—I couldn’t hold it back any longer. The lies were bleeding through the cracks. The mask was shattering.
Now, there was no going back.
She knew about werewolves.
She knew about WHO.
She knew about us—about the mate bond.
And now, everything would change.
I sat in the clubhouse office long after she left, staring at the empty chair across from me. Her scent still lingered—like wild cherry and burnt cinnamon. It was maddening. I could still feel her warmth from when I held her earlier, the way her body had tensed before she pushed me away.
The bond between us pulled taut like a wire about to snap.
I had to pr
