Ava's POV
Anderson’s scent hit me, laced with irritation.
I held his cold gaze and let out a hollow laugh.
Of all wolves to run into…
“You think so?” I shot back in response to his question, my voice cutting just as sharp. “Then go ahead and pity me.”
I was done… done blaming myself for things that were never mine to carry. I didn’t cause that accident, Laura did. And if she could walk through life untouched and untormented, then why the hell should I be the one carrying the blame?
Anderson’s expression darkened instantly, his wolf reacting to my tone.
The car jerked forward, swerving slightly to block my path.
“Ava,” he snapped, “do you have any heart at all? On rainy days like this, don’t you think of Juliet?”
My eyes went cold. I stepped closer, leaning slightly against the win
