ALEXANDER
I stared at Faye for a second longer than was polite.
She didn’t look hysterical. She didn’t look confused. She didn’t even look emotional in the way she sometimes did when her heart got ahead of her judgment. She looked… certain. Quietly, stubbornly certain.
And that was the problem.
“I saw his wolf,” she had said.
The words echoed in my head long after she finished speaking.
It made no sense.
Werewolves don’t see wolves—not like that. Not each other’s, not even their own. And Faye knew that.
So whatever she thought she saw, it shouldn’t have been possible.
And yet.
There was something in her eyes that stopped me from dismissing her outright. She wasn’t pleading. She wasn’t manipulating. She was convinced.
As if she knew how ridiculous it sounded and was prepared to s
