Willow.
My secret was out and there was no way of shoving it back in or dressing myself up again in the armor that used to keep me safe. No potion and no illusion and no "good soldier boy" mask just me. Lying in a torn sundress on a mattress in some stranger's house after bleeding all over their floor and getting undressed by the Lycan King himself.
Great. Really top-tier plan there, Willow. Ten out of ten minus nothing and definitely no notes.
I stood slowly, hands braced against the wall for a second while I waited for the room to stop feeling like it was spinning. My knees weren’t happy about it and neither was the dull ache pulsing under the bandage at my shoulder but I pushed through it because if I stayed there any longer, I was going to scream or cry or just turn into steam and
