THE WOLF IN THE SHADOWS
~TATE’S POV~
The mood was harsh with pine and rot, autumn clawing at the edge of the afternoon. Myra’s voice cut into the silence.
"Are you alright?" she asked, following the direction of my stare.
My heart thrashed like a trapped bird.
Karl.
He stood at the back steps, his grin stretched wide and false, a smear of darkness against the fading sun. The same man who had left me bruised and broken days ago.
The one who haunted my nightmares. And now he was here.
"Hello, Myra," Karl drawled, his voice smooth, but his eyes, those cold, cutting eyes.. were locked on me. He knew. He ‘knew’ what he did to me still lived in my bones.
Myra’s tone turned sharp. "What are you doing out here, Karl? You know you’re not supposed to….."
"Enough," he cut her off with a sm
