I stepped into the house, ready to talk with Renna about how to move forward with meeting this guy—the one I was arranged to marry. But the moment Renna saw me, her eyes locked on my bruised face, and everything shifted.
“Oh, Grey,” she whispered, rushing over to me, her hands cupping my cheeks gently. “What happened to you?”
Before I could answer, I realized we weren’t alone. Dillon, my cousin, stood near the doorway. He was watching me closely, but there was no smugness, no mocking grin. His eyes flicked over the bruise on my jaw, his brow furrowing in a way that looked almost... concerned. It threw me off. My wolf was skeptical as well but far more accepting of him ‘knowing his place’.
“How did that happen?” he asked, his voice quieter than I’d ever heard it.
I wanted to brush it of
