Remo's POV
There was something wrong with the air.
It wasn't just the wind. Not just the low growl in my chest or the way my wolf kept pacing beneath my skin.
It was her.
Ella.
She was hiding something again. Carefully. Quietly. Like she was protecting the world from a truth too sharp to speak aloud.
And I hated it.
Not because I didn't trust her.
But because I'd learned long ago that secrets are always the first step toward betrayal.
I leaned against the outer balcony of the east tower, the stone cold beneath my palms. From here, I could see the training grounds, the edge of the forest, and her window—still dark.
She hadn't returned yet.
Where are you?
I clenched my jaw.
I could still smell Thorne's scent from her room. Faint, but present. And Ella hadn't mentioned it. Hadn't
