Fiona
He knocks again, for the third time, but all I can do is stare at the door. The only thing separating me and him is this slab of wood.
“Fiona, could you open the door?”
I rub at my burning eyes but don’t move. I didn’t sleep. Not a wink all night. I tossed and turned, Ethan’s words and the events of the day playing over and over in my mind.
Lycan.
Alpha.
Werewolf.
Soulmates.
Honestly, even if I wanted to sleep, which I didn’t, I probably would’ve had nightmares all night.
“I need to know you’re okay,” Ethan says through the door. His voice is warm, like a blanket that just came out of the dryer. I want nothing more than to wrap myself up in it, but I can’t make myself open the door.
My fingers sit on the knob, frozen from fear.
“Fiona.” The slight crack to his voic
