POV: Ayla

I have been watching for weeks now. Not in the way I used to watch my father and Mara and Nova, waiting for the next blow. This is quieter. I notice small things and I keep them to myself until they stop being small.

The first time I really saw the pattern was the week after I came back from the house. The Alphas had been tense before I left. Their wolves felt restless even when they tried to hide it. When I walked into a room their shoulders dropped a fraction. Their voices stayed even but something underneath settled. When I left for a few hours to...