Tom
I stood there, stunned, my feet rooted to the spot as the luxurious car sped away with Alyssa inside. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what I had just seen. The way that car stopped for her, the way she got in without hesitation—it all felt wrong.
I sniffed the air, but whoever was driving had masked their scent well. Still, I was sure of one thing: the driver was a werewolf like me. Was it Professor Thomson?
I frowned deeply, a mix of annoyance and frustration bubbling inside me. Alyssa had just walked away, like she didn’t care anymore, and that stung. I thought she’d beg me to come back, that she’d want me to choose her over Elvie. I clenched my fists, anger simmering beneath the surface.
Even though I had cheated on Alyssa with Elvie, I couldn’t shake the feeling tha
