(Eden’s POV)
By the time I arrived at the detention center, my patience was already worn thin.
Merlot’s call had been a mess of tears and panic, her words tumbling over each other so fast I’d barely caught the important part—Dave had been arrested. There’d been a fight. A public one. And somehow, Sherry was involved too.
That part alone had been enough to make my jaw tighten.
When did Sherry become friends with Merlot? And what the hell happened between them that ended up with them at the werewolf detention center?
I didn’t speed, but it took effort not to.
The moment I stepped inside, I spotted Merlot. She saw me too and launched herself at me like I was a lifeline. Her arms wrapped around my waist, her face pressing into my chest as she cried.
“Eden,” she sobbed. “Thank the goddes
