Tory picked at the rare steak on her plate before she finally just picked up the plate and dumped the contents into the kitchen trashcan. She washed her hands and walked into the living room. Bending, she turned on the lamp next to the sofa, then plopped onto the sofa and leaned her head back.
Tears of frustration filled her eyes as she thought of Simon Drayton. How did things get so out of hand so quickly? She brushed an impatient hand over her cheek.
“I should have known better than to get close to a werewolf. If I had stuck with a nice, ordinary human, this wouldn’t be such a disaster. But werewolves…” Tory blew out a deep breath.
Werewolves could get very possessive. That was one reason she always made sure that she and Maverick remained friends. They were very loyal to their friend
