Ava's POV
I had just finished my wrist exercises, rotating the joint slowly the way the healer instructed. The bones had mended a long time ago, but ligaments in wolf-shifters healed stubbornly when the injury carried trauma.
Every twist still sent a dull ache up my arm. I flexed my fingers again, breathing through it.
Then came the sharp knock on the door of my grandma’s house.
"Ava."
My spine stiffened instantly. That voice, it was quite familiar.
I crossed the foyer and pulled the door open.
Outside, several black Mercedes idled along the drive, their engines humming like restrained beasts. In front of the door stood Alpha Justin kurt, Victor's best friend.
He wore a suit without a tie, his burgundy shirt open at the throat.
My wolf bared silent teeth.
"This is from Alpha Vict
