Joanna’s Point of View
My heart was hammering against my ribs, I was nervous as hell.
I checked my reflection in the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time. The dark red dress, tight at the bodice and flowing loosely from my hips, flattered my figure. It was Elena’s choice, a woman I wasn’t sure whether to call a friend or simply an acquaintance.
“Hey, take it easy, Joanna,” Janice’s soothing voice cut through my anxious thoughts. As a werewolf, she could likely hear the frantic rhythm of my heart. She gently stroked my back, a reassuring touch that calmed my breathing somewhat. Taking my hands in hers, she stood in front of me, her gaze steady and supportive.
“You know what?” she suggested. “Let this be a new beginning. You don’t remember him, so think of this as a blind date.
