Amelia’s POV
It had been five days since I ran out of their house.
Five days of ignoring their calls, deleting their messages without reading them, and avoiding every place I thought they might find me. I called in sick at work and stayed locked inside my room most of the time. My family thought I was having another breakdown about Charles. I let them believe that. It was easier than explaining the truth.
Werewolves.
The word still sounded ridiculous when I said it in my head, but I couldn’t forget what I saw. Those glowing golden eyes. The sharp claws sliding out of their fingers. The way they looked at me with so much pain when I called them monsters.
I felt stupid. Used. Tricked again. First Charles, now them. Why did I keep falling for men who hid things from me?
But even as I th
