"Imogen?" Kyle's voice was barely above a whisper. "I know you're close. My brothers are gone; I sent them back to the pack. It's just me."
Lies. It had to be lies. I pressed myself lower against the ravine floor, trying to become invisible.
"I know you don't believe me," he continued, his voice coming from somewhere above. "But I swear on my mother's grave, it's just me. Asher and Caspian went back to tell everyone you shifted successfully. That you're safe."
The mention of his mother caught me off guard. She'd died when the triplets were young, I remembered that much. Kyle never talked about her, never swore by her memory. It wasn't proof, but it gave me pause.
"Your clothes are still in the clearing," he said. "And I found this."
Something small and silver glinted in the moonlight
