Summer POV

Ezra traced my fugitive mark. I think he was circling both of them, I couldn’t tell. I lay on my belly in his bed. It felt good to have everything out in the open.

My Dad wasn’t happy. He wasn’t talking to Ezra. I just hoped he wouldn’t resign out of anger.

“Do you think Blake cursed you?” Ezra asked.

I puffed. “I can’t think of anyone else. Henrietta said she could help me figure it out.”

“Curse first then we find your wolf,” Ezra said, placing kisses on my ...