After Caleb had left, I was sitting on my bed. Dinner with my parents had been a minefield, the contradictions about our fake White Fang story echoing in my mind like the echoes of a mistake that could cost me everything. Every question from Caleb, every inquisitive look, had been a test, and although I seemed to have convinced him, the tension was still there. Clarisa was restless, her presence a warm murmur that swung between desire for Caleb and confusion over Ethan.
Could I really build a life here, free of Moon’s Fang, or would the past always drag me back?
I was lost in these thoughts, my hand tracing distracted circles on the bedspread, when a soft knock on the window made me jump.My heart lurched, and Clarisa growled, alert but not hostile.
I went over, pulling back the curtain,
