Kade had been cold before. Literal cold—nights spent on cracked rooftops, chilling wind slicing across his skin, the kind of cold only wolves could tolerate without freezing. He’d spent hours, sometimes entire nights, on lookouts when he was a teenager. He and Harris would climb out the window to smoke under the stars, hiding from their parents.
None of that compared to the cold sinking into his bones now. The cold of being outside Ravyn’s house while she sat inside with another man.
He sat on the front porch steps, elbows braced on his knees, his jaw clenched hard enough to ache. The night was quiet, the street empty. The only sounds were the distant crackle of streetlights and—because he couldn’t stop himself—the muffled noises drifting from inside the house.
Her laugh. Light, soft, a
