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BECKY
I didn’t want to be at Audrey’s. I didn’t know where I wanted to be. Certainly not my house where Todd had been murdered. God, he’d had his throat ripped out by that wolf I just saw bleed out in the snow. I never wanted to go to my place again.
I felt as if everyone I knew, everyone I thought I cared about, led a secret life. Todd and his underhanded plans for me. Clint, obviously. Even my best friend knew about shifters and hadn’t said anything. Hell, just the other night, we’d gabbed around Willow’s table about my relationship with Clint, and none of them had said a word. Not Rob when he’d let us in. Not Audrey, Marina or Willow all the time I’d stuffed my face with snacks.
They must have been laughing at me when I left. How did I look Audrey in the eye?
Then there was the
