I walked into the elevator with the rest of the werewolves.
Just as the doors were about to close, my phone buzzed.
I couldn’t see the full message with the poor signal inside—it was just a picture from Oliver.
Since I was headed to the top floor, the others slowly got off one by one. Eventually, I was the only one left, leaning against the corner, staring at the screen, trying to guess what the image might be.
What did he send me?
Was it one of those couple photos we took after becoming official?
The elevator dinged—I hurried out and finally got a signal. The picture loaded.
It was a screenshot from Sarah’s account.
Seriously? She posted about that on her feed? Classic Sarah.
I covered my mouth and let out a quiet laugh.
Just as I was about to give her post
