Clara
I close the door to my room behind me and lean against it for a moment.
Breakfast had been...overwhelming.
Not because of the food.
Because of him.
I groan softly and drag a hand down my face. "Get it together, Clara."
But the moment I close my eyes, the image comes right back.
Chase's golden-brown eyes.
That amused smirk.
The way he had leaned back in his chair so casually, completely aware I had been checking him out.
My stomach flips again. "Fantastic," I mutter. "I've been a werewolf for less than twenty-four hours, and I'm already obsessing over the alpha."
I pushed myself off the door and walked toward the bathroom. A bath sounds perfect.
My body still aches from the shift, muscles sore in laces I didn't even know had muscles.
I turn the faucet and let the
