I didn't tell anyone about my dinner with Jace. Not Mom, not Ronan, and certainly not Skyler. It felt private, something I needed to process on my own before the pack's gossip mill turned it into something it wasn't.
But secrets had a way of getting out in a small town.
I was at the hospital the next afternoon, sitting with Dad while he dozed, when Ronan burst into the room. His expression was thunderous.
"We need to talk," he said. "Now."
I followed him into the hallway, dread pooling in my stomach. "What's wrong?"
"You went on a date with Jace Thornton?"
My stomach dropped. "How did you—"
"Everyone knows, Wren. Some of the Thornwood wolves were at the restaurant. They saw you. And by this morning, half the pack was talking about it." He crossed his arms. "Were you planning on tell
