Maya's Pov

I left Louis’s house angry. Not the loud kind. The quiet, cold, gut-deep kind that makes your legs shake even when you keep walking like nothing’s wrong.

My mind was a mess. How won’t it be when I was just told I wasn’t human. That I was something else. A werewolf. As if that word could fit neatly into my life.

I didn’t want to think about what he said. I didn’t want to remember the way his eyes changed. Or how he said he loved me.

I hated him for it. And ...