Reena POV:
I entered Branson's room, closing the door quietly behind me. Neither of them followed me, and I was thankful for that, but I also wasn't sure how to handle all the emotions I felt alone. I entered the bathroom, locked the door behind me, and turned on the shower. No, I didn't need one yet, but it's something I have always done to help calm myself. I could feel an anxiety attack approaching and hoped to stop it before it hit me in full force.
As I stepped into the stream of water, the tears I had held back up to this point began to flow freely. Everything that had happened officially hit me. The realization that my ex, whom I thought I knew well, was a psychopath and a werewolf hunter and would probably end up killing me before it was all said and done. Werewolves are real, n
