One Night with Alpha
So many unanswered questions made my head throb.
Ethan drove in silence. Between us, the air was heavy. After that night together, something had broken. He was distant, cold. Maybe it was a reflection of the fear we felt, the imminent danger. I knew he was trying to protect me, but the harshness with which he did it hurt deeply.
When the car stopped in Estes Park, I realized we had arrived. The scenery was stunning, but in a way, it was unsettling. I still refused to fully believe that wolves—werewolves—lived here. How could they blend in with humans without being discovered?