Dorothy’s P.O.V

3 years ago:

“Fucking, Trevor!” I looked at my phone for the thousandth time. He was supposed to pick me up after class at 4PM, but it was past 4.30 and I had been calling and texting him for the last half hour to no avail.

“What’s gonna be his excuse this time? Abducted by aliens or fell into a crater and ended up on the other end of the earth?” I hugged, flipping my dark hair behind my back.

I could’ve asked Flora to pick me up, but she was busy frolicking with the future Alpha, out in the woods somewhere.

Ever since the rogue attack, Flora...