NORA
The air was colder than it should have been. Colder than it had ever felt in Shadowcrest.
I lay awake in our bed, curled against Logan’s chest. His breathing was steady, arms draped around me protectively. But even in sleep, I felt the tension in his muscles. His wolf was restless. So was mine.
My eyes flicked to the letter again, or what was left of it, the torn edges like wounds still bleeding. I had tucked the halves beneath my pillow, unable to burn them yet. Not until I understood why. Not until I found out who dared use my name to spread fear.
A fake letter, a fake signature, a shadow hiding in the silence.
And a truth I still hadn’t told Logan.
That in my darkest moment, when I had been banished, broken, and alone, I whispered a vow to the moon that I would never follow h
