Kate's POV
I followed Damian out of the café in a fog.
The bell above the door chimed once behind us, and the street noise rushed in to take the place of every other sound. Inside my chest, my wolf was silent. Not asleep silent. The other kind. The kind that meant she had nothing to say to me about the choice I had just made.
Was this right? Was leaving Ronald standing there the right thing to do?
I didn't dare look back. Damian's scent was coiled around me, cedar and cold iron and that low animal note underneath, and as long as I stayed inside it my body kept moving forward without my permission.
I was one step from the curb when the footsteps came.
"Kate. Sweetheart. Don't do this."
Ronald's fingers closed around my wrist from behind. The grip was tighter than it had any right to
