ALICE POV
Finding a quiet corner outside, I sank onto a bench and buried my face in my hands. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I fought them back, refusing to let Alex have that power over me. I needed to think, to figure out what to do next. This level of control was unacceptable, and I had to find a way to deal with it without losing my mind.
A few moments later, I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Angie standing there, concern etched on her face.
"Ali, what happened? You look like you've seen a ghost," she said, sitting down beside me.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Angie, he put a GPS on me. He’s been tracking my every move."
Her eyes widened in shock. "No way. That’s... harsh but not unexpected."
Angie was right: werewolves were possessive creatures,
