“Kiera,” I finally found my voice again, but when she turned her suddenly hopeful gaze to me, likely hoping for me to give her a solution, I very nearly crashed down to my knees knowing I had none, “You—you should know—never tell anyone you turn into a white wolf.”

It was an effort to endure her look of dejection without closing the gap between us and taking her face in between my hands, but fortunately, it didn’t take long for her expression to turn into one of bafflement. ...