Marcus's words echoed in my mind long after he had walked away. "There are things you don't understand yet."
What could he possibly know about my powers or my heritage that I didn't? It gnawed at me as I paced back and forth in the clearing. The cool evening air did little to calm the storm inside me. Rollins had left to handle pack business, leaving me alone with my thoughts—a dangerous situation, given the weight of what had just transpired.
I couldn't get Marcus out of my head. His offer to train me, the intensity in his eyes, and his cryptic words—it all pointed to something more. Something he was holding back. And I hated that. I hated the feeling of not being in control, of not knowing the full picture.
I needed answers. Now.
The night air was cool as I stepped into Sha
