Chapter Ninety-five

The moment my paws touched the ground outside Louis’ house, I could feel the remnants of my wild run coursing through me. My lungs burned, and my muscles ached from the relentless pace, but I couldn’t afford to stop now. I shifted back into my human form, the transition smooth but leaving me breathless. The cool night air bit at my bare skin, a sharp reminder of how exposed I was. I quickly padded over to the nearest tree, knowing I’d find clothes stashed there.

It was a common practice among werewolves to leave spare clothes in strategic places—no one wanted to be caught naked after a sudden...