Chapter 15
I froze in Mason's office, the wrinkled photograph trembling between my fingers. A red wolf—just like me—standing proud next to Mason's father. My heart pounded against my chest as I brushed the outline of the massive wolf with my fingertip.
Footsteps clomped down the hallway. Heavy, deliberate steps that I'd grown to recognize far too well.
Mason was in the doorway, his huge body taking up the space entirely. His eyes dropped to the picture in my hand, and I watched as the color drained from his face. His hand extended to grab the door frame, knuckles whitening.
“Where did you get that?” His voice was barely a whisper.
I set my chin, not going to be threatened. “I found it in your drawer.” I held the photograph in front of him. “This is the red wolf, isn't it? Standing rig
