Carly
Anger swells in my chest even before I open the door to my new home, which seems to have turned into the new pack house. There are cars everywhere in the garden, and I silently pray to the moon goddess that Felix hasn’t eaten more of my food. I would like there to be some toast left to snack on before bed.
Sighing, I hang up my jacket in the hallway and parade into the kitchen. The ceiling lamp is dimly lit, and my eyes land on one of the twins, Everett, I think. He is reading a pocketbook but places it down to hesitantly smile at me.
Immediately, my heart calms, which puzzles me. Something about Everett soothes me, and Sephora laughs inside my head. ‘This werewolf is special, Carly. That calming effect you feel would be the proof of this werewolf’s healing powers.’
‘Interesting.
