cia'

g through, listening to Zephyr stumble with his words, giving reasons why he has to break up with me. I don't know the expression I have on my face-but I am trying hard to look bored. One thing I've learn

r between us, Leticia..." He eyes me like

utter them straight to his face. I have suddenly become useless to him. I am no longer 'Leticia, my world, my bank, my emotional dumpster.' He has finally found someone bett

p lying to ourselves now and move on. I'm not trying to be the b

ing. My wolf is ready to

a, you've let me down.» My wolf-Ronnie berates me like I'm a little child. «Are you still here listening to this loser talk?» I st

y pace, determined to forget his face and his voice. What a man

my wolf form, bawling like an idiot. Ronnie ignores me and we roam the cemetery ground and I go to my father's and sister's burial si

n down, dilapidated block of house I see in the distance. I head over and carefully tread in. A bunch of rogue wolves; big, dark and ferocious outlanders, I know by the human scent emitting from most of them. These wolves have scars runnin

o, right? Let's

slowpoke.» I say to

r maybe I'm just suicidal but I'm charging straight into these wolves that look like a pack of Alphas instead-their glowing red eyes. I'm fast enough to dodge thei

under the fine block of plastered cement where I hide a bag of clothes for emergencies like these. I morph to myself and grab a simple singlet and a pair of knickers for myself. Another black singlet and knickers for the gorgeous stranger. I return back to him and throw the clothes at him. He looks at me with his

the clothes I brought. He's silent but he doesn't regard me with hostility and I wonder who I just saved. Is he a crimi

ou must know me as

w him from. Nothing comes to mind. I sh

race myself. If he wants to end back to that dying wolf, I'd be willing to bite his flesh off. Now, he's standing a few inches ta