Karl
Abby’s face is a picture of complete and utter betrayal as she looks at me from across the metallic countertop.
“Why are you really here, Karl?” she hisses, her voice wavering ever so slightly. “What else could you possibly want from me?”
For a moment, I almost consider telling her that there’s nothing else, that I just wanted to apologize. But then there’s my wolf in the back of my mind, always the more logical one, pushing me to be truthful.
She deserves to know the truth, the whole truth behind what happened. Not just what happened over the past week, but what happened three years ago.
“Alright,” I murmur, nodding. “Let me tell you…”
…
A week ago, Gerald stood in front of my desk, his face like stone. “If you’re planning to fire Gianna, then I’m afraid you'll be losing more
