The next night, I was getting ready for work, my thoughts still tangled up in what had happened with Dillon. I couldn’t shake the image of him walking through that door—dirty, disheveled, and silent, like he had fought some unseen battle. Part of me wanted to know what had happened, to understand why he had come back looking like that, but another part wasn’t sure if I really wanted the details. My wolf confirmed, it wasn't something I wanted my hands dirty with.
In this town, though, news spread fast. I was positive someone would mention it at the bar.
I glanced at my phone as I grabbed my jacket, remembering that Izzy had left the key to his apartment there. I couldn’t help but think about the time we’d spent together in that quiet, simple space. As I stepped out the door and started
