Chapter 59

Addy’s POV

All it took was one look to turn my perfectly ordinary life into a supernatural circus. One glance from that guy, and suddenly I’m the object of a werewolf’s mate hunt—and when a wolf zeroes in, he doesn’t rest until his mate is either dead or fully furred and howling. Now I’m trapped in a stranger’s house, he’s stuck in wolf mode, and “escape” has become a punchline neither of us finds funny. So much for normal. My old life is toast, but hey—at least the fight for survival is, like, officially kicking off.

“I really should turn around.” I parked my car in front of a lineup of impossibly cute townhouses—six in a row, all screaming “buy me, mortals!” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Socializing: the number-one killer of my will to live.” My truth was brutal: social anxiety was a beast with tentacles, and I was its flailing snack.

Lila tapped on the window and waved me toward the front door. “C’mon, Addy!” Her smile sparkled like a unicorn in sunli