WILLA
After grabbing a bucket of pink, white and blue paints, a few wall designs, and some curtains, Verah and I wandered over to the dress section.
She was going to the spring dance too, though she hadn't told me who with. I didn't mind. All that mattered was that she was going. And I wouldn't be alone.
"Where the fuck is she?" A low growl snapped me out of my thoughts.
I frowned, gaze snapping forward. A guy stood in the middle of the mall. He wore stonewashed skinny jeans, white graphic tee with a wolf design across the back. I recognized him instantly, even without seeing his full face.
That ash-blond hair, almost silver under the mall's bright lights. The broad set of his shoulders. The ridiculous height. Azrael Paxton. One of the alphas who'd come to rescue me. Alpha of House Lucien.
