GLITCH

BLADE’S POV

My fist penetrated the concrete surface of the large rock lying innocently in the clearing of the woods. Regardless of the pain that shot up my arms at the impact or bloody bruises that immediately tore up my skin, I kept at it.

I furiously punched the rock, smashed and smashed with every angry and tense bone in my body, yet it did nothing to take away the void she’d left behind.

It’s been a week!

A whole fucking week, and Eva never showed up.

I was caught up between sinking into the horrific possibilities of what might have gone wrong, or wondering if she’d just taken the easy way out.

Was she that frightened by what I was? Did she hate the fact that I was a werewolf? Was she harmed? Lost? Dead?

With the last blow, I completely shattered the large rock, reducing it into fragments of sand and smaller pieces. My blood boiled hot, my wolf was restless and everything about me was on the edge.

Ever since the morning she’d left, I hadn’t been myself. At first, I was eager to