Chapter 68 Sixty Eight
- ARIEL’S POV
- I tried to smile that morning, tried to breathe normally, tried to keep my steps light across the office floor, but my wolf was pacing inside me, tail bristled, ears back, uneasy. There’d been whispers, of course — always whispers around me. I was used to it.
- I was halfway to my desk when Sarah caught my sleeve, wide-eyed.