Dahlia.
I drove my husband’s Audi into the forest, fully expecting this to be the place where the exe.cution would go down. There was no way I was letting them k!ll her—not after seeing how exhausted and trapped Victoria looked in that godforsaken marriage. I learned to drive back at Church—yeah, not the most ideal driving school, but they weren’t as uptight as the C∆lt. I used to be their designated chauffeur. Who knew I’d end up using those skills for good?
I parked the car at the lot near the forest. Time was ticking. It was 11:47 PM, and I had a few minutes left to pull off my cray cray plan. Victoria’s life had to be spared. I wasn’t supposed to meddle in wolf business, but frankly, I wasn’t about to sit on my hands and wait for some werewolves to follow through with this messed-up
