Colton
I’ve never been the type to doubt my instincts. My wolf, Cosmo, has always been sharp when it comes to sensing trouble, and lately, trouble has been circling Zara like vultures.
And the biggest vulture of them all? My father.
I park in front of Zara’s house, the headlights casting a soft glow over the porch. She’s quiet beside me, hands folded in her lap, eyes somewhere far away.
“Hey,” I murmur, touching her arm. “You’ve been off since dinner. What’s going on?”
She blinks like she’s coming back from a dream. “Just tired.”
It’s the same answer she’s been giving me for days, but I let it slide. Pressing her won’t help. Not tonight.
The front door opens before we even get out of the car. My father steps into the porch light, his tall frame cutting a shadow across the steps. He
