I Choose the Broken Wolf
she said, sitting across from me, fiddling with the crest.
The silver wolf head glinted in the passing lights.
"Larry was so generous, giving me something this precious," she said, all feigned innocence. "But I think he was just trying to get a rise out of you."
I stared out the window at the night, saying nothing.
"You know," Chloe continued, "he came to see me this afternoon. He told me all about his plans for your future."
Her voice turned syrupy sweet. "He said you were too proud. That you needed to be broken. He fancies himself an expert at taming arrogant she-wolves."