Shirley
As I walked deeper into the trees, each footstep stirred a hush, like the woods themselves were listening. Dante’s voice still echoed in my ears, all rough edges and regret. But the one thing that stayed with me, that lodged itself deep in my chest like a splinter—was the truth I wasn’t ready for.
“That mark is more than just a bond. It’s a key to something.”
A key. To what?
To who?
I stopped at a fallen log and sat, my hands gripping the edge until my knuckles turned white. Everything I had feared was unraveling—faster than I could brace myself for. And the worst part? I had no idea who to trust. Dante had hidden things from me. Asher had been hiding himself.
I was supposed to start over in this town.
A new life. A clean slate.
Now I was a pawn in some war between wolves
