Ava's POV

The first thing I did when I got back to my room was to sit on the edge of my bed and think hard about whether there were any holes in what I had just said.

This Beta of his, this werewolf named Sam, was obviously more difficult to deal with than Aaron, who had been obviously wary of me.

He always smiles, either pretending to be like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, moving a look of youthful innocence, I could not see from his face whether he believed what I said or not.

And Aaron, what a despicable act for him to eavesdrop.

Fog sang a sarcastic...