“Uh, that was wild.”

They stared at the broken desk in front of them. The wood had split right in the middle and scattered the items originally placed on top of it over the floor. The drinking glasses had shattered into a dozen fragments, and the room was now in such a disorderly state.

Nathaniel hadn’t asked what happened. He looked confused, but he remained nonchalant. He remained where he was standing, rooted to the ground.

Alyssa just straightened her dishevelled hair and strode over to the sofa without bothering to say a word. She knew he was watching her and how cool she was after that wolf-howl and one...