YELENA

“What the hell do you want, Jackson?!”

My voice came out sharp, low, the kind that made nearby nurses slow down for a second before pretending they heard nothing.

In this city, raised voices were normal. Wolves argued. Wolves fought. Wolves loved hard and hated harder.

But I wasn’t in the mood for any of it.

Just because he was my best friend’s man didn’t mean I would swallow rubbish from him. Nyra might forgive like the moon forgives the tide... soft, quiet, and endless. ...