EMMA
I didn’t get far.
I made it down the corridor—three turns, one stairwell—before my legs gave out beneath me. I collapsed onto the cold stone steps, my back against the wall, my hands fisted in my coat like it could keep my insides from spilling out.
Breathe.
Just breathe.
I pressed my forehead to my knees, fighting the scream clawing up my throat. My whole body was trembling, every nerve lit like a live wire. Images crashed through me in brutal flashes—black fur slick with blood, eyes glowing gold, bones snapping like kindling.
Gabriel.
The wolf.
The Alpha.
I laughed weakly. A hysterical sound that echoed too loudly in the stairwell.
Of course this would happen to me.
I’d crossed an ocean to escape betrayal, only to fall straight into a myth wearing leather jackets and boot
