Cain
I’m sitting in front of Elder Zence’s desk, but my mind? Miles away. No, not miles, tangled up in her.
Saoirse.
The rogue with fire in her eyes and bite in her words. The girl who makes my wolf restless. The one I shouldn’t want. My stepsister, for the Moon’s sake.
But damn, she's the only thing that makes sense in this chaos.
“She’s got claws,” I mutter under my breath, just low enough to keep it mine. “And I like the way they feel.”
“You’re thinking too deep,” Elder Zence says, dragging me out of my thoughts.
I blink, meeting his sharp stare. “What do you want to say?”
He clenches his jaw, and something shifts in the air. Tension. Like the kind before a storm—or before a secret explodes.
“You know what happened to Chloe... and the new girl,” he says.
His voice is steady, b
