Rain fell in hard sheets over the city, a relentless drumbeat on rooftops and concrete. The kind of rain that made people stay in, lock their doors, and pretend the world outside didn’t exist. But danger didn’t mind the rain. Danger thrived in it. It was this danger that sought out Rashel.
Rashel didn’t sleep, not really. Not in the way a person was supposed to. Every night for the past week, she’d been plagued with nightmares involving Viola. Especially after she learned Seth was attacked. She had been thinking about him a lot lately, too. She was safe, of course. Alpha Jethro’s compound was protected, sealed, and watched in shifts by guards more beast than man.
But still, she didn’t sleep.
The room was quiet, save for the patter of rain against the windows. A single lamp beside her be
