Secret Infatuation
But now, with his confession, there was no denying it.
Liam was a werewolf.
And I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to do with that information.
The trail wound through the outskirts of the city, leading into the woods where the trees stretched tall and thick, their canopies filtering the early morning light. My breath came out in short gasps, misting in the cool air as I slowed my pace, scanning the area.
Nothing.
I sighed, bending forward, hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. Maybe I was being stupid. Maybe he didn’t want to be found. Hell, maybe he’d already left town, deciding I wasn’t worth the risk of keeping around now that his secret was out.