Lingering Doubts

(Neva's POV)

Piper’s haunted gaze lingered in my mind long after Silas's sports car sped away. The raw distress in her eyes cut deeper than ordinary shock or grief.

As we climbed into the car, I touched her elbow. "Are you alright, Piper?"

"Just a headache. Nothing to worry about." She forced a tight smile, keeping her face turned toward the window.

Her excuse made no sense. Werewolf biology heale