Calista
Aerion wasn’t just curious, he was prying, and it was obvious.
I had tried to brush it off at first, tried to convince myself that he was simply being his usual, annoyingly persistent self. But deep down, I knew better. He knew something, maybe not everything, but something substantial.
Why Calista? Why now?
His reason still made no sense.
“Why does he suddenly care about her?” I whispered to no one in particular. I could no longer concentrate on my tasks as that question kept running through my mind.
Lyra huffed, pacing in the back of my mind. “You know why. He is from Red Claw. They’re obsessed with secrets, and he is no different.”
That thought hit me like a slap in the face. Red Claw. How had I forgotten? Aerion wasn’t just some Alpha from GreyHound. He was raised in a p
