Maera fired the arrow from her arch, her shoulders flexing with the movement as she missed the target. Her concentration was kaput that morning. It was no wonder for Dastan hadn’t even looked at her after her candid confession. Her big mouth was always going to get her into trouble.
She didn’t know why she’d told him the truth. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he’d been so accommodating when seeing her weak wolf. No one in the pack could understand her decision of not killing another to trigger her own powers. It was simply unthinkable.
Her father, for instance, had executed a human without mercy right in front of his own pack. However, that one murder had caused chaos in the normal world and some police authorities had come sniffing around their property. Not wanting to
