LAMIA

It was already the end of the week. Despite how stressful it had been and all the meetings and planning, time flew.

I glanced in the mirror as I threw on a pair of denim shorts and a purple V-neck tee, pulling my hair into a ponytail and trailing my fingers over Zane’s mark. I smiled, it was the image of the tribal black wolf, his personal signature displayed beautifully on my neck. I couldn’t be prouder to wear it.

It was decided that I would be going back to the ...