“Caius.” I stared at him, utterly confused by his sudden reaction.

“What were you doing with Darius?” he growled beneath his breath.

“I wasn’t doing anything with him! I was on my way home when he dragged me there.”

“Lies!” Caius snapped, his breathing hard and uneven.

“Caius, I swear—I didn’t even know it was Darius,” I pleaded, trying to step closer.

“Don’t come closer, Selene.” His fists were clenched so tightly his claws dug into his palms, blood dripping down. His wolf fangs glistened under the dim light.

“I trusted you, Selene,” he said, his voice low, but laced with pain.

“Caius—” I tried again, moving closer.

“I said...