Karl
I need to breathe.
Before anyone notices, I decide to sneak out of Abby’s apartment and away from the clean-up party, feeling like I’ve got a storm cloud hanging over my head.
Kissing Abby was a bold move, a stupid one maybe, and now the walls in there are practically vibrating with tension. My wolf isn’t happy either; he’s restless, prowling around inside me as if he wants to burst out.
I step outside, welcoming the chill in the air. It feels good against my skin, like it might cool off the heat of the moment, give my alcohol-addled brain some clarity. The sounds of the city’s nightlife hum in the distance, a muffled backdrop to my jumbled thoughts.
“Dammit, Karl,” I mumble to myself, shoving my hands into my pockets as I walk around the building. The gravel crun
