Emma.
The memory of Gabriel’s attack haunted me as I stared out the tower window, watching the grounds below. The view was dizzying. It had to be at least thirty-foot from where I stood. No werewolf should have been able to reach this place, let alone break in so easily.
But somehow, Gabriel had managed it. The supposedly safe tower had become a place of fear in under twenty four hours.
I was jolted out of my deep thoughts by the sound of footsteps. Cassidy walked in, worry clearly written on her face and before I could speak, she wrapped her arms around me.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Her voice was filled with concern.
I shook my head, feeling a certain kind of numbness. “I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me,” I murmured, struggling to reassure her. “I defended myself.”
Did I really
