HARPER'S POV
It is cold tonight. Not the usual kind of cold either, the kind that seeps under your skin and sits there, like it knows you are trying to keep it out.
I hug my jacket tighter around me and keep walking, eyes darting through the trees as the wind howls low through the branches. My boots crunch against the gravel path. Patrol duty again. Just my luck. Of course, they would send me out alone tonight. Ever since the training session yesterday, I've been on edge. Everyone has been watching me more. Like they are trying to piece something together.
Why did I behave like that? Why did I lose my cool?
But this... this night feels different. Off. I can feel it in my gut, and my wolf—it's restless. This is weird because the potion usually keeps her quiet like she's underw
