Ethan's POV
I dragged a hand down my face, covering my mouth as a low breath escaped me—half frustration, half something dangerously close to amusement. The image of her furious expression flashed through my mind again, vivid and sharp, like she was standing right in front of me instead of safely tucked away behind reinforced doors and guarded hallways.
Fuck.
If the elders were right—if she really had bewitched me—then this was far worse than I'd anticipated.
Because here I was, sitting at the head of a council table filled with my most trusted pack members, listening to them argue passionately about why Lyra should not be allowed to stay in our territory… and all I could think about was how to provoke her again without anyone noticing. How to get under her skin. How to make
