Wendy's POV

I navigated the city streets in a daze, the soft whine of the engine the only break in the silence. My heart still stunned by shock at what George told me. "Because I still love you".

I held the steering wheel in white-knuckled fists. He had no business saying that. Not after all this.

My wolf, Whitney, growled uncomfortably under my skin. "He's not lying," she reminded me.

I laughed. "Don't mean he needs a second chance."

Maybe. You could see, though.

I drove into an empty park just outside of town and took deep breaths. There was nothing there anymore but some rotten benches and the occasional...