"You didn't have to knock," Damien always said. "This is basically your second home."I used to love that. The way he said it like I belonged somewhere real. Like out of every girl in school, every wolf girl with her perfect shift and her pack rank and her place in the hierarchy, he had looked at me and decided I was worth choosing.Two years I held onto that.Today was our anniversary. I'd been awake since six, mixing vanilla batter, waiting for the cake to rise, tying the ribbon on the bracelet box until the bow sat exactly right. I even wrote him a card, a full page, front and back, because that was the kind of girl I was. The kind that meant every word.The drive over, I was smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. His front door was unlocked, same as always. I stepped in holding the cake box in both hands, the bracelet tucked into my jacket pocket, already rehearsing the look on his face when he saw it.The house was quiet, too quiet. I told myself that was fine. He was probably napping a
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