“I’ll be over soon,” I said, despite the urge screaming inside of me to just run away instead.

It was approaching midnight when I got to the cabin. As soon as I stepped out of my car, the stench of blood overpowered the air and made me choke. I knew instantly that the blood belonged to Everett—it bore that woody scent natural to the wolves of Eastpeak. Curiosity battled with fear as I made my way to the door. He was the first person I saw when I stepped inside.

Everett March stood ...