The entire pack knew by morning.
Serah, of course, had no idea.
She woke up in her tiny apartment above the bookstore feeling irritated and confused. The encounter with the strange man from yesterday replayed in her mind over and over again.
Damon.
That was his name.
Mrs. Carter had told her after he left.
Apparently, everyone in town knew who he was.
Everyone respected him.
Everyone feared him.
Serah still couldn’t understand why he seemed to hate her so much.
She had never met him before.
Yet the look in his eyes had been filled with hostility.
It was personal.
As though her very existence offended him.
She sighed and pushed the thoughts away.
She had work to do.
Bills to pay.
A life to rebuild.
Whatever Damon Wordsmith’s problem was, it wasn’t hers.
Or so she thought.
