Drunk Wollf

SADIE

Cenric had never been late. I cooked dinner earlier and thought he’d be here like he always did. It was almost one, and he hadn’t come home—he knew that we had a dinner plan tonight. Something was not right.

I gave Devin an off today to visit his family, so he had no use to me. I called Linden and Beck. None of them ever picked up.

I started scrolling my contacts when the door flew open, and I almost dropped the phone in my hand.

“Oh, my God!” My gaze ...