Chapter 61

Del's POV

“Whew,” I said, letting out a massive breath of air as I headed over toward the couch. Collapsing on the cushions—I couldn’t even see what color they were thanks to the mountain of clothes covering them—I kicked my feet out onto the lumpy ottoman and stared at the blank TV for a minute. One of my hands gripped the strap of my purse, which rested between my boobs, and the other still held the fur of the wolf who had jumped up on the couch beside me.

Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and let out a slow breath.

Shit.

Things had just… changed.

Yep.

Changed.

Then again, everything was changing, so I guess it wasn’t all that abnormal to me. I’d been pretty sure werewolves existed after seeing those videos Ebony had obsessed over, so I wasn’t exactly surprised to meet them. But it was still all just…weird. And unexpected.

I liked plans, even though I was shitty at following through with them. This hadn’t been part of the plan…