Chapter 15: Kidnapped

Stella woke up in a room that was not her own.

Her head felt like a train was running through it.

Was that what a migraine felt like? Or a concussion?

She lay there, unmoving, staring at the ceiling. Inhaled slowly, deeply. Then exhaled. Just as her yoga teacher always instructed, she tried to let it all go as she exhaled. Not sure it’d worked; Stella went through it all again. Inhaled. Exhaled.

She’d had some ups and downs in life before, but the past forty-eight hours, well they’d been a lot.

The gorgeous neighbor she’d been crushing on had reciprocated, in all the right ways. That was definitely the bright point of it all.

Focus on that, she instructed herself.

But the rest of it crept back into her thoughts anyway.

Yes. So he’s a werewolf. No. A shape-shifter. Who looks exactly like a B movie poster from the old folksy-americana, pulp era...of a werewolf.

A smile spread across her face.

Crazy.