Silvia
The sun wasn’t even up properly, and here we were—two slightly hungover werewolf girls in a cherry-red Jeep.
The morning air still crisp enough to make my breath fog, heading to that old oceanside café we used to hit up back in the day.
A hollow ache spread through my chest.
God, Mielle should've been here with us.
The three of us would've been perfect together – Mielle with her quiet intensity, Katy lighting up the room with her wild energy and sharp tongue, and me somewhere in the middle of that chaos.
Katy was in full interrogation mode, which meant I had approximately three minutes before I either snapped or started confessing sins I hadn’t even committed.
"So," she said, dragging out the word like it personally owed her rent. "Let’s circle back to Alpha S
