Adam’s P.O.V.It was a cloudy day, even for summer, casting eerie shadows across the empty road as I clenched the steering wheel of my old pickup truck. The events of last night replayed like a cruel nightmare in my mind, and I couldn’t escape the guilt that gnawed at my heart. Jenna, the love of my life, had discovered my secret, that I was a werewolf. The raw pain in her eyes as she had fled from my house was etched into my memory, and it was tearing me apart. Raindrops began to patter against the windshield, matching the drumbeat of my racing heart. I had spent the entire night in my room, forcing myself and my wolf not to run after her, my thoughts a whirlwind of confusion, self-loathing, and regret. But as the storm clouds gathered overhead this morning, I knew I couldn’t hide any longer. I needed to see Jenna, to explain myself to her, to beg for her forgiveness, or at least try to talk to her. With every mile
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