Some part of me wanted to feel guilty because I felt so good having Fenris’s attention, but I’d ended things with Ben, and he hadn’t even tried to stop me. What’s more, he hadn’t even attempted to put things right the next day. It wasn’t like he was just waiting for me to cool off or something to that effect. A different part of me wanted to say “f**k it” because I clearly didn’t matter to him. And the rest of me… Well, the rest of me was still having a hard time believing any of this was actually happening.
Was Abi right about Ben all along?
I dismissed the thought as soon as it bubbled up, though. I had bigger problems than my pride at the moment. A few days ago, the only werewolves—er, wolf shifters—I knew of lived in my aunt’s wild tales. Now, I sat in a private villa on what I assum
