Where We Belong

<p><strong>They call him the Wolf</strong>.</p><p>His club his brothers and even my best friend Callie.</p><p>I didn't really care what they called him not when the only name I had ever called him was coward.</p><p>Because three months ago he snuck under my resilient heart like the thief he is and stole it.</p><p>Then he broke it.</p><p>Going home wasn't an option not when I promised Callie I'd stay. She swore I'd eventually feel like I belonged in this small town.</p><p>The club ensured I had a job and a place to live which reluctantly earned my loyalty.</p><p>Until I discovered their little caveat.</p><p>The apartment technically belonged to the new president.</p><p>I was welcome to stay...as long as I understood it meant sharing.</p><p>And my new roommate?</p><p>The very man who turned avoidance into an Olympic sport.</p><p>������������������������������������ ������������������������������������������������.</p>