ZIRA

After leaving the little rendezvous with Zack, I continued my search for my necklace. I checked everywhere within fifteen miles of the packhouse. I was sure I left it somewhere close by. I spent hours searching until I gave up. What was I going to tell Isabella?

"She’s going to hate me," I yelled to no one in particular. "I’m not a good friend."

"Stop with that. You’re not improving my mood," Nina sighed.

"What’s going on with you, Nina? You’ve been acting a bit strange since we caught Isaiah watching us in the woods."

"Why was he watching us? Probably thinks we’re going to claw off his mate’s...