I kept trying to take it all in, craning my neck left and right like a tourist on her first trip to Disneyland, except this wasn’t Disneyland.
This was Damon-land. And unlike Disneyland, there were actual wolves — real, living, breathing wolves — prowling the edges of the grounds with that sharp, hungry look that made me wonder if they’d been trained to attack on command.
Which, knowing Damon, they probably had. And honestly, I could already feel their eyes on me through the tinted glass, and my brain started doing that thing where it overthinks everything.
Were they sniffing me out? Could they smell that I was new? Could they smell that I was pregnant? Oh my God, could they smell what we did on the plane?
But then I saw it.The burnt house.
And my brain instantly started spiraling
