WREN’S POV
The walk back to the cabin felt endless. The music and laughter of the party faded into the background and then it was swallowed by the crash of waves and the rustling of palm leaves in the night breeze. My feet dragged against the sand, exhaustion creeping into my bones but it wasn’t the kind of exhaustion that sleep could fix.
It was deeper and heavier like something clawing at my chest desperate to be let out. The fact that sometimes I don’t even know what to think right now. They are all jumbled up. And that beautiful she-Wolf who no doubt has a prettier werewolf form said something about next time. I hate her.
Ronan walked beside me and as usual he was silent as ever with his steps dominant. I didn’t dare look at him. Not after what had just happened. Not after the way
