Riley

The wooden door of the old cabin groaned as I shoved it closed, and the thick layer of dust on the floorboards kicked up around our boots while I guided Fantine toward a rusted metal chair near the cold fireplace. My hands were still shaking from the pure rage of finding out her real name, but my wolf was under my skin, pushing against my ribs and demanding that I take care of her bleeding shoulder before I started demanding answers about her father's syndicate.

"Sit down right there and let me see how bad that bullet grazed you, because if that silver-coated lead stayed inside your skin, it's...