The Sweet Confession

I slammed my bedroom door shut and pressed my spine flat against the solid wood. My chest heaved with ragged breaths. The adrenaline from the blowup in the gym still coursed through my veins, making my hands shake. The sheer audacity of those two—Rowan and Declan—circling each other, bearing fangs, and treating me like a prize carcass to be won. My jaw ached from grinding my teeth. I needed quiet.