Callan Shepard – POV
Colton thinks I don’t notice the way he watches me when Zara’s around.
He forgets that I taught him to read people, to spot the twitch of an eyebrow, the hitch of a breath, the way someone’s shoulders tighten when they’re lying. My son wears his suspicion like a badge, but he’s still years away from understanding the full game.
And with Zara, the game is far older than he realizes.
The first time I saw her, she was nothing but a child—barely old enough to walk without holding someone’s hand. It was after the war between the packs, when the world was still bleeding. I knew who she was instantly.
How could I not?
That bloodline is carved into history.
The daughter of the Howling Moon King. Hidden away. Masked. Locked in a spell so strong it snuffed out her wolf li
