Arlo’s POV
The night had been... interesting, to say the least.
Dinner with a pack of wolves and an eclectic group of allies was enough to leave anyone with a headache. There was laughter, tension, a few moments of biting wit, and more than one awkward silence. That much, I expected. What I didn’t expect was the subtle unease that had settled in my chest since meeting Demitri’s brother, Emmet.
There was something about him. Not just the way he carried himself—calm, measured, the kind of composed intensity that reminded me of Ezra—but something deeper. Something beneath the surface, like the faint hum of a storm on the horizon. It wasn’t threatening exactly, but it was... unsettling.
I filed the thought away for later. There was enough on my plate without trying to unravel whatever myst
