Aaron
I shouldn’t still be here.
The engine has been off long enough for the night air to cool the hood, but I haven’t moved. From where I’m parked, I can see the bar’s patio through the gap between two buildings. Just enough to confirm what my wolf already knows.
She’s here.
Shay coils tight beneath my skin, awareness sharp and restless. Not frantic. Focused.
-She is out. Surrounded by men. Unprotected.
“I know,” I mutter out loud, fingers tightening around the steering wheel.
Laughter drifts across the street, light and careless. The sound grates against my nerves, not because it’s loud, but because she’s part of it. I catch flashes of movement through the railing: a tilt of her head, the swing of her hair, the subtle tension she holds in her shoulders even when she smiles.
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