Just when I thought today was shaping up to be a damn good day, something had to happen to ruin it. Of course. Nothing ever goes smoothly when I'm involved.
I had been looking forward to my date with Layla, actually feeling good for once, but no—fate decided to throw this bullshit at me instead.
I tightened my grip on the woman's wrist, both hands struggling to keep her at bay.
She was strong.
Too strong.
Even for a werewolf, her strength was absurd. It wasn't just raw power—I could feel something else coursing through her, something overwhelming.
She was on a completely different level from me physically.
Who the hell was she?
Her face was barely visible in the dim lighting, shrouded in shadows, but I couldn't recognize her like this…
Not that it mattered. Right now, the only thing I needed to do was get rid of her.
