#Chapter 121: Something Familiar

Karl I need to breathe. Before anyone notices, I decide to sneak out of Abby’s apartment and away from the clean-up party, feeling like I’ve got a storm cloud hanging over my head. Kissing Abby was a bold move, a stupid one maybe, and now the walls in there are practically vibrating with tension. My wolf isn’t happy either; he’s restless, prowling around inside me as if he wants to burst out. I step outside, welcoming the chill in the air. It feels good against my skin, like it might cool off the heat of the moment, give my alcohol-addled brain some clarity. The sounds of the city’s nightlife hum in the distance, a muffled backdrop to my jumbled thoughts. “Dammit, Karl,” I mumble to myself, shoving my hands into my pockets as I walk around the building. The gravel crunches under my boots with each step, as if scolding me. “What were you thinking?” But then, suddenly, my senses flare just as I’m turning the corner. There’s a scent—something close to the window where Ab