Page 113 of Lesser Wolves

Black hair. Flawless skin. Dressed like the night.

I think I’ll faint. Nothing makes sense.

Storm jerks me back to face him as my face crumples.

“Her.” The word is broken from my lips. I wonder if this is how Dad always feels. “Are youwithher?” Why else would she be here? And that morning on campus, he walked from the same direction she disappeared into.

They’re…together?

Why would he tell me here? Is he really that cruel?

But maybe it’s something else.

Why is she on the balcony? That doesn’t make sense. There must be another explanation.

Storm leans in close. I think he’s going to help me understand.

“Do you want to watch me fuck her?” he whispers, his saliva on my face.

I try to jerk out of his grip.

He doesn’t let me go.

Fuck her?

“If not,” he licks where he bit me. “Go home, Sloane.”

Then he shoves me away.

And glass shatters at my back.

EPILOGUE

Maybe she wasn’t forbidden to him, but her naivety should have forced him back. He should know better than to draw so close to the sun.

Tonight, he’ll come back to the dark.

And this time,he’ll stay.