Josiah
Something didn’t feel right, hadn’t felt right since I’d pulled Olivia into the closet.
Why the f**k had I chosen the closet? It was the first doorknob within reach, and I knew if I didn’t hurry up and break up with her, I wasn’t going to be able to go through with it.
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to take them back. My wolf was howling, and my brain was saying there had to be another way, there had to be a way to deal with the problems in my life, keep Olivia safe, and still keep her close to me. But before I could backtrack, she’d slammed that door hard enough to make a stack of bedsheets cascade off the top shelf onto my head.
“Well,” I said morosely as I picked up the sheets and stuffed them back in place, “that went well.”
But the sick, gnawin
