Chapter Seventy-seven

I walked stealthily, trying to keep my steps light enough that even a werewolf wouldn’t be able to pick up on it. The night was dark, with only the sliver of a crescent moon providing the faintest of light. My thoughts were consumed with worry for Louis. I couldn’t afford to make a sound, couldn’t afford to be caught. Natasha had to have left by now, I reasoned. She couldn’t possibly be with him every minute of the night.

When I reached Louis’ house, I scaled the side, finding the familiar path I’d taken before. My heart raced as I approached his window, the thought of seeing him...