Josie
I didn't think I'd ever get used to how Kiel made me feel. His touch lingered even after he pulled away, and the warmth of his presence clung to me like the last golden rays of sunlight refusing to fade into night. I felt whole when I was with him, like the broken parts of me had finally been pieced together in the right order.
But that happiness dimmed the second we stepped back into the pack house.
The lights flickered on at once, harsh and blinding after the comfort of the night outside. My heart stilled in my chest when I saw her.
Michelle.
She was sitting in the center of the room as if she had been waiting, perched stiffly on the couch like some unwelcome vulture. She looked as though she had just returned from hell itself—hair messy, eyes hard, and a bitterness that clung to her like a second skin.
The air froze between us.
