Caleb was pulling me through the alley, his grip firm on mine, moving at a pace I could barely match. The shadows seemed to bend around him, as if the very air responded to his presence, and I swear I caught a flash of silver light in his eyes—though I wasn’t sure if it was real or just a trick of my imagination. Clarisa, my wolf, growled in my mind, torn between the panic of sensing Ethan so close and a strange calm brought on by Caleb’s presence.
How did he find me? I wondered, my heart pounding wildly.
The mate bond, though weakened by my rejection, pulled at me like a hook—stronger than it should have been—but Silver Creek was far too far away for the bond alone to have drawn him here.
Had he used something else to track me?
Magic, maybe?
Caleb stopped abruptly, pushing me behind
