Chapter Eight – Jade?

Henry’s POV

I could perceive the pleasant aroma from the kitchen. It was the poor antelope turning into antelope meat soup. Or already turned.

The door flung open and I hastened my feet, in case it was my mother again, bare feet. But it was Jade. I halted and stared at her, enchanted again.

What was still drawing me to her? She had a crush on my enemy. “Forget her!” I said to myself.

My wolf scoffed at my efforts. She was already too etched to my mind to leave. I couldn’t tell how long I’ve liked her also.

She was tying her shoelaces and wasn’t...