“T ell me you have a way to contact the town?” Nikolai’s voice was sharp and cracked like a

whip. He was worried about the pack—I knew that without a doubt—but I was also certain my babbling wasn’t easing the wedge between us.

I should come clean about Cyrus. Nikolai had a right know who Cyrus was, especially now that we’ve rekindled something I thought we’d lost.

“Upstairs,” I answered, pointing to the spiral staircase. Nikolai took off and I could hear the anger in every step as he stormed up the stairs. Guilt squeezed my heart like someone wringing an orange for its juice. Every breath I took was...