Edwin
The door swung on its hinges in Audrey’s wake, leaving me sitting there, stunned and confused.
The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the soft ticking of the clock on my mantle. I bolted up and crossed over to the window, where I could see her slender form running down the street, her hair streaming behind her like a dark banner in the wind.
“What the hell was that about?” I muttered to myself, pressing my forehead against the cool glass. Audrey disappeared around a corner without so much as a glance over her shoulder—she hadn’t even taken her art store supplies with her, and her latte and cinnamon roll sat half-eaten on the coffee table.
“You scared her off, i***t,” my wolf growled.
I shook my head, my reflection frowning back at me in the glass. “How?
