The air was cool, and the lights from the fence cast long shadows over the grass. The wolf was lying quietly in the pen, its massive frame calm but alert. Its eyes followed me as I approached.
“You saw it too, didn’t you?” I whispered.
A low rumble vibrated in its chest. Soft, almost like acknowledgment.
“She’s playing a game.” I said quietly. “And Asher’s starting to fall for it.”
Another rumble, lower this time. Its gaze flicked toward the packhouse, then back to me.
I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. “Yeah. I know. I can’t accuse her without proof. Not yet.”
The wolf’s ears twitched, then it lay its head back down. I stood there a moment longer before heading back inside.
The next morning, Asher barely looked at me.
He wasn’t angry, exactly. Just… distant. Preoccupied. The k
