Inevitable Red Flag
"He told me if I took care of you, I could have whatever was left of the Grant legacy. And I’ve always wanted a piece of you, Willow."
"You... you’re working for him?" Willow breathed, her hand reaching for the door handle.
"I’ve been working for him since the day you left for Manhattan," Tyler said, lunging over the seat.
Willow threw herself out of the moving car, tumbling onto the asphalt as the vehicle crashed into the guardrail. She rolled, the skin on her arms tearing, but she forced herself up.
Behind her, Tyler climbed out of the wreckage, his eyes glowing amber. He began to shift, his bones snapping and reforming into the shape of a lean, mangy wolf.
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