Atticus
That should never have happened. That was definitely out of character.
I shouldn’t have touched her, come close to her, or even cared about her sudden closeness to Conrad because, in all honesty, she meant nothing to me.
She was a tool not only to use and discard, but she was someone I wanted to break. Break until she realizes that she wasn’t the saint she claimed to be.
That was supposed to be the plan. That was still the plan…
But yesterday, I almost lost control of my wolf—thanks to Marisol, who decided that the best thing to do was to run away from me like I was a beast that planned to rip her in two. An action that had triggered my wolf and caused the rush of adrenaline to pump through my veins.
While Marisol took to her heels, my wolf had seen prey. A prey that he co
