LOGINPOV: VeraWe were working on repairing the few extra wells last. I still didn’t know how he’d managed to fill the wells in the house without me noticing.I guess I never noticed because I never ran out of water.I sipped my tea. Caius shifted in his seat across the table from me as I went back to ca
POV: Vera"Your father knew something," he said finally. "Do you know what it is that the rogues would be interested in?"I stilled.The truth was right there at the edge of my tongue, pressing against my teeth, wanting to come out. I'd carried it for so long. So many years of keeping quiet about No
POV: VeraI wanted to say his name, but I couldn’t. He took in the scene of me sitting on the floor shaking, and came inside. He closed the door and sat down beside me on the floor."Breathe." His voice was quiet and certain. "In through your nose. Four counts. Hold it."I tried. My breathing came
POV: VeraCaius came back to help me clean up. I cleared my throat as we washed dishes side by side."You shouldn't have promised her," I said.He looked up from the dishes. "Why not?""Because you're leaving," I said. "Eventually. You have a whole life before us.""What does that have to do with le
POV: VeraI handed Caius the knife, noting how satisfied he looked.“Is that an elk?” Yvonne asked.“It is,” Caius chuckled. “If I get it cooked before you have to return, you can have some.”She lowered her head and shook it. “No… It’s fine. I don’t want to intrude.” She sighed. “I can catch my own
POV: CaiusI was three miles into the forest when Marcus appeared through the trees, shifting as he passed from under the shadow of a tree and into the light.Marcus had always shifted smoothly, like his bones were made of moonlight. I remember envying him when we were in training, the way he never
POV: VeraTyler's cologne was too strong. It always had been — something sharp and woody that sat at the back of my throat like a warning.He stood too close. His forearm rested against the wall above my head, boxing me in without touching me. The beta's son knew how to make a cage out of empty air.
POV: Caius / VeraCaius's wolf, Rend, was laughing at him.Your cover is about to blow, Rend said, his voice lazy and amused inside Caius's skull. The girl saw Marcus kneeling. You're done.Caius didn't respond. He watched Vera set the grocery bags on the porch steps, her brow pinched, her gaze boun
POV: VeraFor a second, nobody moved.Caius's fingers were locked around Gareth's wrist. He hadn't raised his voice. Four words, and the yard went quiet enough to hear the frost cracking in the grass.Gareth looked at him — the bandages, the borrowed shirt, the way he leaned against the doorframe li
POV: VeraI kept waiting for him to take it back.All morning, while I cracked eggs and sliced bread and scraped dried blood from under my fingernails, I expected Caius to walk into the kitchen and tell me he'd changed his mind. That he'd been delirious. Or polite. Or just outmaneuvered by a four-ye







