Shirley
The sun shouldn’t have been shining so brightly. Not after the night I had. Not after being chased like prey—again. Not after seeing two men almost tear each other apart because of me. And yet, there it was, bleeding through the curtains like nothing had happened.
I rolled onto my side and stared at the wall for what felt like hours.
Everything felt… broken.
My legs ached. My knuckles were scraped from where I’d caught myself on the pavement. My heart? It was the most bruised part of me.
Asher saved me, again. But something about the way he moved, the way he fought—it wasn’t human. And I wasn’t sure if it was comforting or terrifying that he wasn’t panicking when literal werewolves had attacked me.
Then there was Dante. Possessive. Explosive. Infuriating. The things he said e
