Dargan’s POV
“What is this place?” Ashely asked with a frown when we stepped out of the car. I laughed when I saw her scrunched-up nose and the way her eyes flickered around as if she was afraid of being attacked. Even her human-like nose had trouble accepting all the crape littering the streets.
“My old home,” I grinned, and while she didn’t appreciate it, I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. Not because I thought she needed my protection, but because I felt like having her close. After all, in this neighborhood, a dead body was more likely to be robbed than reported to the police. It was a lonely existence – and a million times worse for my wolf, who was a social animal by nature. Having her close seemed to push some of that anxiety away.
When I finally looked down
