Priscilla’s POV

“Hey, Astrid,” I greeted as I opened the door to the lodge. Wyatt had told me that he invited her by. I appreciated it. I wanted to avoid the villa for as long as possible. The memory of what happened felt heavy in my head.

At least at the lodge, I had the shifters.

The crickets and bugs were chirping loudly, the crescent moon night in the sky. Oddly enough, her husband was with her, offering me a friendly wave. I looked behind them at the driveway, ...