SHADE
I was coming back from my morning run—which had taken far too long, all thanks to one mouthy, sexy little wolf who slept in the room next to mine—when I walked through the kitchen doorway and saw Courtney ordering the cook about, looking absolutely red in the face. She kept tugging at her curly hair, her fingers angry.
She looked livid, pacing back and forth like she was either about to throw something or shift. The cook was scrambling around, muttering something under her breath.
Other than that, everything was quiet. There was no one in the dining room. There was no usual morning chaos that happenned on the dot. There was no laughter, no clatter of silverware, and the dining room was empty, food untouched, cold.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked, eyebrows drawn together as I
