Lisa’s POV
I stood there for a few moments after Cain left, the weight of his words settling heavily over me. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, restless but present. That alone brought me some comfort.
I walked to the edge of the bed, sinking down slowly as I unfolded the paper once more. My eyes traced the elegant but coldly written lies. Every word was carefully constructed, painting a picture of love that didn’t exist.
“Met during the Full Moon Festival… Bonded immediately… Meant for each other.”
I scoffed softly under my breath. It was ironic how easily Cain crafted this version of events, as if rewriting reality with ink and paper made it true.
Lisa,” my wolf whispered again. “Something feels off. I feel strange.”
I furrowed my brow. “What do you mean?” I asked aloud.
My wolf
