Kai.
I knew the owner of that car.
Luke Whitmore.
Future Beta of Moonveil. Son of their current Beta. Quarterback of the Veil Claws. And a cocky, arrogant bastard who thought the entire world existed to admire him.
I hated him. Not just because of who he was, but because he reminded me too much of myself. Proud. Competitive. Always needing to be at the center of attention.
The car door lifted upward and Luke stepped out like he was walking onto a stage. His hair was slicked back, his jaw sharp enough to cut glass, his body honed from both training and football. He wore his arrogance like a second skin, flashing a smirk at the girls already gathering around him.
I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt.
Maya leaned into Aria’s side, whispering something into her ear. Whatever she said made
