CHAPTER SIXTEEN

BRIA’S POV

When I wake the next morning, my head is fuzzy.

I taste iron and remember the fight.

I sit up and gasp.

I showed Jim my true form!

I showed him who I was and he ran from me.

I feel crushed.

With a sigh, I climb out of bed.

I look around the small apartment.

I miss the mansion and my friends.

I miss my old pack, and Father, and Alpha.

My life is a mess.

I dress in yesterday's clothes then head downstairs to the store.

It is already open.

The clerk looks at me.

"Sleep alright?"

I nod.

"Good. There was a fight last night apparently, just outside the store."

I gulp.

Did someone else witness my shift?

"Oh?" I say, sounding innocent. "Who told you that?"

At the same moment, Jim moves into sight.

He's holding a mop and cleaning the floor.

"Jim told me," the woman said. "You remember my son?"

I nod, slowly, my eyes transfixed on his. "I do."

As soon as I look at him, my wolf instincts kick in.

I am full of desire.

I realize now why Beth and Ethan never t