I stormed into Howling Moon, the bass of the music thrumming through her bones like a second heartbeat. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, whiskey, and wild magic—werewolves, shifters, and thrill-seekers packed the underground bar, their laughter and growls blending into the night.I wasn’t supposed to be in—dark, reckless, alive, not a word for the Emerson heir—but after tonight, after the way Liam had looked at her, I didn’t care about rules anymore.I slid onto a barstool, the leather creaking under me. "Something strong," I told the bartender, a broad-shouldered shifter with gold-flecked eyes. He gave me a once-over—my rumpled blouse, the smudged mascara I hadn’t bothered to fix—but didn’t ask questions. Smart man.The whiskey burned going down, but I welcomed it. Better than the ache in my chest.I shut my eyes and ordered another shot. I gulped down the whole cup and kept ordering more till my surroundings started to feel lighter.The dance floor called to me, bodies mov
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