DAISY

I’ve known Iris long enough to tell when she’s spiraling. Ever since the whole marking thing, she’s been quieter. Ever since the dinner at the Lycan’s haven, she’s been nearly mute.

I watch her now, stirring her drink like it’s committed a crime against her. Her shoulders are hunched in that way that says she’s trying not to fold in on herself. That’s when I decide that I’m done watching her sulk.

“My mom asked me to come home for my dad’s birthday dinner,” I say casually, like I haven’t been planning this all morning. “You’re coming with me.”

She looks up, blinking. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I can’t...