~Zoe~
Thorne's jaw tightened, like he was debugging some seriously glitchy code. "You would do well to be more careful with your accusations, Ms. Campbell. Not all werewolves are as... tolerant as Caleb Stone."
The unspoken threat felt as thick as the fog rolling off the Sound. My throat went dry, but I held my ground.
"What do you want from me?"
"Information," Thorne said simply. "When—not if—Elara contacts you, I want to know. Immediately. Before you tell Caleb. Before you tell anyone."
"And why would I do that?" I asked, unable to keep the edge from my voice.
"Because you care about Ms. Winters," Thorne replied. "And because the Council is better positioned to help her than a compromised Alpha whose judgment is clouded by personal feelings."
I almost laughed at the audacity. "You
