Chapter 50

Kaelen

Maren’s confession was still ringing in my ears—her wolf only spoke when I showed up.

That fact gnawed at me as I stood by the back door, watching her crouch at the creek’s edge, her reflection wavering on the water’s skin like something half-familiar, half-alien. Her arms wrapped tight around herself, and though she looked fragile in that moment, the bond between us pulsed like a heartbeat