*Everly*

I awake feeling as though a heavy thunderstorm has taken up residence in my skull. That I have slept at all is a miracle. I try not to think about the bargain I have struck. With the pale morning sunlight easing in through the window, I consider dressing, then quietly leaving, seeking sanctuary somewhere else. Surely some sort of shelter exists for she-wolves in my circumstance, but even as I have the thought, I know he wouldn’t let me easily go.

He would find me. He would make me pay for staying in his residence through the night. I have no doubt about that. He is a man of...