Channing's POV
I stormed away from Kyrie’s house, my mind a tangled mess of anger and confusion. I couldn’t believe it—how had I not known? How had I been so blind? All this time, I’d convinced myself that I knew everything about her, that I was the one person who could protect her from whatever came our way. And yet, there she was—a werewolf, bonded to Cal Lockwood, as if it had been her destiny all along. It felt like a slap to the face, like a secret that everyone else had known while I was left out in the dark.
The night air was thick and cold as I crossed through the woods, moving faster, more recklessly, desperate to reach the one place where I could let loose my frustration. The shadow was waiting; I knew it would be. It always lurked nearby, watching me, listening, making itself
