The flight back to Longtooth was wrapped in silence, heavy and suffocating. Grace sat with her arms folded tightly over her chest, staring out the small window as the night sky blurred past. Beside her, Kaleb said nothing, but she could feel him—his presence pressed against her awareness the way the pull of the moon tugged at her wolf. He was brooding. Thinking. Maybe even judging.
Her thoughts were no better. Humiliation burned through her first, scorching her pride. She had been foolish enough to think Kaleb had leaned toward her in Anchorage because he wanted to kiss her—when the truth had been written in the cool disdain in his eyes. He didn’t want her. Worse, he seemed to despise her.
By the time the rugged peaks of Teekkonlit Valley rose beneath the plane, her anger had already bur
