Ivonne's POV

The ride back to the pack house was strained, if quiet, between Tobias and me. His fists gripped the steering wheel, jaw locked as he piloted the car smoothly through city streets at night. I could feel the anger that seethed beneath his skin still, after that night's dinner with Caldwell.

I reached out and put my hand on his thigh, squeezing gently. "Tobias," I said to him, softly, quietly.

His grip relaxed a little, but he didn't respond immediately. He breathed in through his ...