KAYLA POINT OF VIEW

I kept staring at the woman who claimed to be my grandmother. The more I looked at her, the more uneasy I became. Something about her didn’t sit right with me. Her eyes were too sharp, too strange… like she was studying every breath I took.

I wanted to ask my wolf if we could trust her. Normally, my wolf was louder than my own thoughts, pulling me back when I was about to do something stupid. Her instincts had always been better than mine.

But now? I didn’t feel ...