Meanwhile, Kain was just trying to survive. Trying to “move on” was too generous a phrase, because how could he move on from the gnawing truth that he might never reclaim his wolf… and might never see Lucy again? The thought hollowed him out daily. But the worst part, the part that made every moment unbearable, was Veronica breathing down his neck like a shadow that refused to leave.

She had even gone so far as to get him a job at her private music school for human children. Every day he sat at the piano, teaching clumsy fingers to press ivory keys, every note dragging him back to memories...