The night had been long, and after leaving Trenton behind in his bed, she’d spent hours looking out her bedroom window, staring at the desert and wondering what would happen next. Ophelia hadn’t given her too many details on how she should bring a high-ranking wolf back to the witches’ compound. ...
Hell, maybe he’d been fixing the same car for too long. As he walked beside Emma toward the cozy 1950s-style diner where he ate lunch on most days, he wondered if perhaps this was some kind of bad dream, that he’d wake up and realize she’d never come to him in the first place. He knew the perfect...
