Chapter 23

Sienna's POV

The scratching of the pen against paper seemed unnaturally loud in the kitchen's silence. Each stroke of my name felt like I was carving away another piece of my independence. Sienna Hayes. There it was—my identity, now bound to this man, this werewolf, by a legal document that might as well have been written in my own blood.

When I finished, I set the pen down with a soft click again