The bash was winding down, and honestly, I was dragging—bone-tired, the kind that hits deep. Ever since they swapped in that fake ticker for my heart, I'd been running on half a battery. No marathons for this she-wolf anymore.
Brian caught the fade in my eyes right away, like he had some sixth sense for it.
While I caught a breather, he leaned over to George, murmured a quick goodbye, then steered us for the exit.
We'd barely cleared the doors when—bam—a shadow planted itself dead-center in our headlights.
Rain hammered down like the sky was pissed, wipers slapping frantic.
Joseph stood there, not budging an inch, soaked to the skin. "Gina—out. We need to talk." Same old bossy bark, like I was still his to command.
Brian's paws tightened on the wheel, gearing up to hop out—then I sna
