HAYLEY
Impossible. It's impossible.
The air in my lungs feels heavy, like weight pressed upon my chest. In the growing darkness, I can only make out his upper body, splattered with raindrops streaming down his chest.
The wolf is Axel. The revelation sends jolts of disbelief burning through me. Slowly, every event that followed Axel's return to Greystone flashes through my thoughts.
An aversion for silver utensils. Claw marks on the doors of Lucas's garage. The disappearance on the night of a full moon.
When I glance at him again, Axel stands shirtless, dressed only in brown shorts. His eyes hold a sober, pained look.
Crouching low, he meets my gaze. “Hayley, I know there's a million questions running through your mind this moment—”
“Axel.”
“—and I'd love nothing more than to
