Something akin to hope flickers to life in my chest.

These past three months have been torturous. Staying away from the pack, from Thea, living with the guilt inside me. Part of me felt like I had just run away, despite the fact that it had been Thea who had requested space. So, to hear that she stole my shirt makes me a little happy.

Some part of her must have begun to forgive me.

“Where is she right now?” I get to my feet.

“The training grounds,” Austin gives me a wary look. ...