Nina I woke up the next morning after a mostly sleepless night to the sound and smell of someone cooking breakfast in the kitchen. The sun was shining through the slats of my blinds as the birds chirped outside; somehow, I had fallen asleep the night before despite the terror running through every
Nina Relief flooded through me at Enzo’s words. “Thank you,” I whispered, looking down at the table. Enzo wasted no time in getting to work. He opened his laptop and started scouring all of the Twitter threads that contained pictures of me, scanning through them until he had a list compiled of som
Nina Click. We both jumped as we heard the sound of a camera shutter clicking from my window. I stared with wide eyes while Enzo whirled around and ran to the window, shouting into the darkness as he gripped the windowsill with force. “Get back here!” he yelled, his knuckles turning white as he h
Nina The giant black wolf with glowing orange eyes stepped out from the shadows, baring its pointed white teeth. It was the same wolf that nearly killed that woman on the night of the fair. Enzo turned to face it, shielding me with his body as it slowly stalked toward us. I felt my heart leap int
Enzo I watched as Ronan lay there, his breathing shallow and labored. I knew he was dying, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Ronan was cruel and utterly insane for what he did. But then Nina stepped forward, her medical skills kicking in as she tried to keep Ronan alive. Her kindness
Nina I woke up the next morning to the sun streaming in through the massive window of the spare bedroom that Enzo had taken me to the night before. As my memories of what happened in the forest slowly began to flood back, I remembered everything: Ronan being a werewolf and nearly dying, my chase wi
Enzo Just a few moments after I watched Nina walk away, I heard a familiar voice upstairs: my father. Shit, I thought to myself as I locked Ronan in the basement room once more and started to head upstairs after Nina. There was no doubt that my father had just unceremoniously met Nina, judging from
Nina Enzo’s father admitted to hiring the girl named Veronica to stalk me. He said it as though I was in the way, as though my very presence was making the situation worse. I had already felt as though Veronica’s death was completely my fault, and what Enzo’s father said only solidified that. I had