Chapter 15: 15

Avaline barely slept. The night stretched on like a thin-skinned nightmare every creak of the floorboards, every so whistle of wind through the shu ers, every brush of leaves against the walls sent her nerves jol ng. Her wolf paced relentlessly inside her, snarling at shadows, sensing danger even when the house stood quiet. Adrian had stayed the en re night, refusing to leave her alone a er Tristan’s appearance. He sat on the chair beside her window, posture alert, jaw clenched, gaze...