Althea stood rooted to the floor, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Her mind raced, replaying the argument with Kaden over and over again, the sharp edge of his accusations and her own defiance ringing in her ears.
But it wasn’t just his words that lingered. It was his eyes: those stormy, silver eyes that looked at her with so much frustration, pain, and something else she couldn’t name. Something deeper.
“Why can’t you just trust me?” His voice still echoed in her mind, low and guttural, as if her doubts were physically hurting him.
“You don’t trust him either,” her wolf whispered, its voice low and cautious.
“That’s not true,” Althea murmured under her breath, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she stood in the middle of the living room, Kaden’s piercing gaze
