“Cruel man?” I hissed under my breath, fists clenching. “How could you not tell me that Rebecca was working with the Rival Pack?”

Malcolm's steps halted behind me. His silence grated like gravel under my heel.

“You knew?” The words tore out of me, raw at the edges.

He didn’t flinch, just stared back with those damned unreadable eyes.

“I thought you'd figure it out,” he said quietly, too calm for the storm brewing in my chest.

Like hell I would.

Malcolm's expression darkened.

“Lira… of course.” I could feel his eyes on me as I tidied up the training stuff, trying to compose myself.

When the silence was too...