Meet the New Maeve-1

Maeve's P.O.V.

"Come on, you said you were ready," Justice grunted.

His rough voice vibrated in the damp night air, but my boots remained glued to the concrete. I stared at the heavy wooden door of the clubhouse, every muscle in my body seizing up. I know I told him I was ready. I lied. I wasn't ready for any of this. A violent wave of nausea slammed into my stomach, twisting it into tight knot