OLIVIA
It's as if a spell was cast on me the very first time I met Dillon. The instant attraction, the tingles, the fact that I can't go a few minutes without thinking about him. As he drives out of the pack and into the human world, memories of the previous night come rushing to my mind and I flinch at their vividness. The screams as he transformed into a black beast, the force with which he attacked the other werewolves, and his attitude. I keep making excuses for his attitude even when I shouldn't.
"What happened to the werewolves that were after me last night?" I ask, breaking the silence just to hear him speak.
"I sent them back to their respective packs," he says, his eyes fixed on the road.
"Without resolving the issue at hand?" I ask and he nods.
"Not everything is peacefully
