Then outta nowhere, Winona tagged me on social media—on purpose.She dropped an invite to the wildest werewolf hotspot in the Neutral Zone: Howl Bar."We're going. No, we HAVE to." I smacked the table. "And I'm dragging a plus one."Caden was sunk into the couch, gaming."Caden. Up. We're going out.""Busy.""I'll pay extra.""Done." He chucked his phone, stood, and straightened his shirt. "What am I this time? Cocky CEO or washed-up heir with a trust fund?""Just don't say you're an escort again like last time," I muttered.***We hit Howl Bar—already packed with smoke and sweat.Dead center sat Winona, soaking up the spotlight like she was the Luna. Wolves hovered, drooling over her in that cheap white dress and the same so-called "limited edition" bag.Mack was posted up next to her, wolf ears out, letting Winona toy with them.The second we walked in, the place went dead quiet.Winona's voice cut through the air. "Well, if it isn't Skylar. I figured shame would keep y
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