~Elena~
My scalp was still sore from the tragic hair-snatching incident of the century, and my wolf was pacing so violently inside my head I thought she was going to punch a hole through my skull and crawl out like some kind of pissed-off werewolf gremlin.
(You should’ve bitten him. You should’ve bitten her. You should’ve bitten everyone and claimed the hallway as ours. Burn it down. Let’s burn it down.)
“No,” I whispered under my breath, wiping angrily at my lip. “No burning. No biting. We’re walking away. We are civilized.”
(Ha. No we’re not. We’re barely holding it together, and we both know it.)
And then—because of course the universe wasn’t done clowning me—heels came slapping behind me like thunder on tile.
“Elena!”
I didn’t turn.
I didn’t even blink.
I just kept walking lik
