I'm out of character. I realize that. He realizes that. The pack realizes it, and, to make matters worse, Scarlett realizes it as well. I can feel her accusing glare burning the side of my face, but I won't give it a second glance.
The constant murmur of my pack, whispering all around me, tells me that what I’ve dreaded has already happened; this scene will be the main discussion amongst them for days.
"Go inside, get some rest," I tell her curtly, turning away to creep back toward the party. But the closer I get, the more certain I am that I don't want to be here anymore. The bonfire is no attraction.
The only thing that's appealing to me right now is blood.and since that's not going to happen, a run.
"Cyrus, Asher—on me," I yell, freeing myself into my midnight-black wolf. I sprint t
