He wasn’t making a joke.
And I was beginning to think my doctor was a medical genius…
…with a secret mental illness.
One that made him genuinely believe he was an Alpha werewolf.
And I wasn’t laughing.
Finishing my food, I helped Ethan back to his room, making sure he was safe from whatever was about to happen.
Kyle looked completely unbothered.
That alarmed me even more.
After leaving Ethan’s bedroom door slightly open instead of fully closing it, I quietly reached into the hallway and retrieved the small hidden blade I had secured there years ago in case someone ever broke into my house.
Being a single mother had taught me just how quickly things could go wrong.
I had learned to protect myself…
To protect Ethan…
From anyone who might try to hurt us.
Kyle wasn’t backing down.
