BRIA’S POV
When I wake the next morning, my head is fuzzy.
I taste iron and remember the fight.
I sit up and gasp.
I showed Jim my true form!
I showed him who I was and he ran from me.
I feel crushed.
With a sigh, I climb out of bed.
I look around the small apartment.
I miss the mansion and my friends.
I miss my old pack, and Father, and Alpha.
My life is a mess.
I dress in yesterday's clothes then head downstairs to the store.
It is already open.
The clerk looks at me.
"Sleep alright?"
I nod.
"Good. There was a fight last night apparently, just outside the store."
I gulp.
Did someone else witness my shift?
"Oh?" I say, sounding innocent. "Who told you that?"
At the same moment, Jim moves into sight.
He's holding a mop and cleaning the floor.
"Jim told me," the woman
