Evelynn walked the usual quiet sidewalk toward her tiny apartment with her bag of books and food truck dinner. Her thoughts felt tangled and heavy as she replayed the events of the day over and over again.
She couldn’t stop thinking about Mr. Scott. He was terrifyingly handsome in a way that did not seem real. Everything about him radiated confidence and power. The memory of his dark eyes settling on her from across the conference room sent a pleasurable shiver through her. But he was a werewolf, an alpha werewolf, so she knew she needed to stay far away from him.
A streetlamp overhead flickered, startling her from her thoughts. She looked around and noticed everything felt eerily out of place. The night was too quiet, like the city itself was holding its breath.
Evelynn slowed sligh
