NOLA

“What?” I hacked a ragged breath, staggering backward a few steps as I started at the barrel-chested woman like she had just announced the end of the world.

Yolanda watched me curiously, tucking her hands beneath her buxom chest and leaning on the dresser which gave a protestant squeak.

Could it be what the Lycan had come to tell me? Was that why he had made me promise to stay by his side no matter what? 

Shit Nola, what have you done?

I gripped the sides of my head, digging my fingers into my throbbing temple almost painfully.

”Now I know chile, that you ain't thinking about bolting like...