Evelyn’s PoV

There was this fuzzy feeling in my brain, these spiders crawling down my spine, and I decided to ignore it.

After our kiss, i began keeping tabs on him. Finian had been speaking to Odessa in hushed tones, his face was tense, his body rigid. I had thought it was about the pack, another manipulative tactic of hers, another ruthless order.

But it kept happening.

I had seen them together, talking discreetly, Odessa's sharp eyes glued on his as if she were assessing him for weakness. Finian never mentioned those chats, and when I asked him about them, he'd simply say Odessa was giving him a little instruction...