AMBER
What am I doing? Why would I walk away from what could potentially be the biggest story of my life?
A werewolf.
Turning on my heel I strode outside, knowing Dante will be long gone.
I hailed a cab, breathlessly giving him the name of the gym that Dante lived above, praying he knew where I meant.
“You’re not really dressed for the gym.” The cab driver chuckled, peering at me in the rearview mirror.
“Oh, no. I’m visiting a friend.”
Staring out of the window I swallowed, wondering what the actual hell I’m doing.
I didn’t even have an excuse to see him.
“Where are you from?” The cab driver asked, making polite conversation that I wanted to avoid.
“Chicago.”
“You’re a long way from home, Missy.”
“Seventy miles, give or take.”
“Well, we’re at the gym,”he declared, tapp
