My life was perfect, but one day—by chance—I found out about my husband’s affairs, and I ran away. I was afraid that Lars would finally turn into a monster and kill me, yet he wouldn’t grant a divorce. I thought I could build a free life for myself—be my own mistress.
But the person I considered a friend turned out to be much worse than my husband…
“—You’re just like him!” I shout.
“I trusted you! I thought you wouldn’t betray me!”
“Calm down, Anna,” he says, frowning. “You’re having a hysterics.”
“Of course I’m having a hysterics,” I raise my hands to the ceiling. “Because you—” I take a step and hit the man—“damn werewolf!”
“Yes,” he runs out of patience. He catches my hands and doesn’t let me hit him any more—“I’m a damn werewolf. And you’re my True One, and you’re not going anywhere from here.”