Nellie´s POV
The engine of Ethan's truck hummed beneath my feet, a low growl that echoed in the silence of the deserted road that cut through the Silver Creek woods. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dancing shadows inside the vehicle, where the air was thick with the smell of worn leather and Ethan's wild musk. He sat too close, his thigh brushing against mine, his amber eyes glowing with an intensity that made my skin crawl. Clarissa growled in my mind, her instincts on alert, but the bond of mates tugged at me, an invisible thread that still connected my heart to hers, despite everything she'd done. She'd asked me to meet to talk, to "make things right," but now, trapped in this truck, I knew I'd made a mistake.
“Ethan,” I said, my voice trembling as I tried to remain cal
