Chapter 4

“Jeremy was right,” the gang leader hissed loud enough for all to hear. “The angel lies down with one of us.”

Another boy, bulky but small, spat in Callum’s direction. “Traitor!”

It wasn’t the first time they’d been verbally attacked, and Jack knew it wouldn’t be the last. An angel and a werewolf being friends was bad enough for some; but being lovers was an affront on a whole new level. There were boundaries that were not to be overstepped, boundaries that were held sacred since the beginning of creation—the Light and the Dark were not to mix. Enemies had to stay enemies, the balance needed to stay even. Angels were not to show mercy with dark ones, werewolves were not to stray from their bloodthirsty paths.