Feeling lost as to why he ran off was eating at me like an itch I couldn’t scratch.
‘He must have seen something he wanted,’ Rose murmured, her tone smooth but unbothered. ‘Wolves do that. And Crash loves to pick fights with his human, believe me—they’re fine.’
That was the second time she said it, and it still didn’t sit right. My gut was screaming something else.
And my gut? My gut was never wrong.
Problem was, Rose didn’t really care about my gut feelings. She was the kind of wolf who did things her way and expected me to keep up.
I was damned if I argued with her, and damned if I didn’t. No matter what, I was screwed if anyone ever found out who I really was—or worse, who I wasn’t.
I exhaled sharply, padding through the garden with paws that still didn’t feel like mine. The grass
