Rowan's POV
I saw her.
I hadn’t meant to. I hadn’t planned it.
But there she was, walking out of the diner with that same stupid tired look she always wore. Hair pulled back in a loose bun, apron tied around her waist, hands stuffed in her jacket pockets like she was trying to disappear into herself.
And he was there.
That boy.
I didn’t know his name. Didn’t need to. I’d never seen him before, and I knew damn near everyone within five miles of Crimson Paw territory. Which meant he wasn’t from here. He wasn’t one of us. He didn’t belong.
And yet, there he was, right beside her. Smiling like he had the right to be. Like he knew her. Like he...
No.
I stayed in the dark, one foot behind a crooked fence near the alley. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. Watching.
I should’ve walked away. I shou
