Sireen’s POV

It’s like a bucket of ice is thrown at me, and it hits me squarely in the face where Trevor is leading us to, and that realization causes my dead brain cells to resurrect, and I stop in my tracks, my ten toes planted down.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Trevor,” I say, realizing that this might be a trap because he knows that I or my wolf won’t be able to resist doing something dangerous. Ever since that day when he and I slept together, I can’t lie and say that I’ve been myself. I was satiated, of course, but it was like whatever filled me...