Lily went pale in an instant at that one sentence.
I knew exactly what she was thinking—whether Cole still had feelings for me, whether some part of him still liked me.
She was terrified that it had been his idea to hold me, not an accident at all.
While she was spiraling, another voice cut in, dripping sarcasm.
“Everyone knows how Nina used to chase Cole back then. And she dares to say things like that now.”
I turned and saw Fiona.
A quiet murmur of laughter rippled through the crowd, low and mean.
They were laughing at me.
Of course they were. I’d once loved Cole openly and fiercely, with all the reckless courage of youth.
I’d loved him like fire—blazing, unhidden, chasing after what I wanted!
Every werewolf in the Pack knew it.
And now, three years on, that love had become a
