Chapter 33. How Could He?

Brayden

I glare across the conference room table at Zack. His smirk is almost a permanent fixture on him this morning.

How could he do that?

This morning replays in my mind when I walked into the bathroom, along with my scream when I look at myself in the mirror.

My eyes snap to a dark purple bite mark on my shoulder, which practically has a big neon arrow pointing to it. My boyfriend’s mark is almost completely gone, but this one is new.

A wave of anger rushes through me as I think of the only person who could have done it. Zack.

When did this happen? Better yet, why?

My wolf prances back and forth and almost purrs while she refuses to tell me anything. Small fragments of last night suddenly flash through my mind.

My stomach aches as various pictures zoom through my head where I’m hugging the toilet bowl while I throw up everything last thing in my stomach until I begin dry heaving. Ugh…

The entire time, Zack is beside me, rubbi