Clause/Clare POV:
This day was officially winning the award for worst day ever.
You'd think a morning run-in with Reed at campus would be enough drama. Nope. Then I went and had what I can only describe as some kind of unholy, voodoo-laced, lust-fueled thing with a vampire who may or may not have been possessed. Yeah. That happened. And it was horrifying. And intense. And kind of soul-snatching in all the wrong—and disturbing—ways.
But no. Apparently, that was just the warm-up act.
Because now?
Now I have a very angry, half-shifted beast in my room. Who broke my front door like it was a slice of bread. Just—snap, gone.
Normal reaction?
Screaming. Running. Crying for my mama.
But what was I doing?
Oh, just standing there like an idiot. Right between that hulking, snarling, clawed-up monster of a wolf and a trembling, mascara-smeared, hickey-covered Sara—who looked like she'd already been dragged through hell twice today.
What. The actual. Hell.
