I stormed into Howling Moon, the bass of the music thrumming through my 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. It wasn't a world 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, but it still wasn't enough to quench my pain, my hurt, and the feeling of betrayal Liam had left in me.I shut my eyes and ordered another shot. I gulped down the whole cup
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