Rebecca’s POV
We drove down the road, taking a sharp left turn that led deep into the woods.
I looked around, my mind racing to make sense of our destination. Then it struck me: Lysander didn't want to jeopardize the trust of his pack by openly bringing in a refugee from Howl Hollow. Why hadn’t I realized this before insisting he bring her here? The only reason I had been accepted was that I provided a political benefit; Elise, however, was viewed as a liability.
The car came to a halt. Lysander turned to me, his expression grave. “I know you have questions, and I’m—”
“I understand,” I interrupted, cutting him short. “You can’t risk bringing someone from Howl Hollow into a territory you’ve spent years protecting.”
“What?” He scoffed, looking surprised. “That isn’t what I was going to
