one hundred and eighteen

Vincent POV

I paced the room, my mind racing with thoughts of Rebecca's relentless pursuit. Her obsession knew no bounds, and I couldn't help but wonder what drove her to this madness.

And then it clicked.

She thought I was back with Ruth.

Unaware of Ruth's true feelings for Michael, the Lycan king.

I had to set her straight, before it was too late.

I tracked Rebecca to the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The dimly lit building seemed to loom over me, its shadows cast like skeletal fingers. I steeled myself and entered.

Rebecca stood in the center of the room, her eyes blazing with fury. "Vincent, you're still protecting her," she spat, her voice venomous.

"Rebecca, listen," I began, but she cut me off.

"No!" she shrieked, her face twisted in anguish. "You're mine!"

I grasped her shoulders, trying to shake some sense into her. "Rebecca, stop. You're misunderstanding. Ruth doesn't feel the same way about me."

Her gaze turned icy, her eyes flashing with malice. "Ruth has y