Ferrah

My notes weren’t helping me make a decision at all. Nothing was helping. What I felt for Onyx now was so at odds with everything that I knew about shifters, and everything that I knew about myself. I had no idea what the right decision was anymore.

I kept coming back to the same thought, no matter how much I tried to talk myself out of it.

Give them a chance.

It seemed absurd, but I couldn’t think of another way to proceed. I ...