Raven’s accusation burned in my ears as I shoved past her, her words a sharp jab: “You’re protecting Val. What is he to you?”

I’d brushed her off, my smirk hiding the storm inside, but my heart pounded as I gripped the locket in my pocket. Valeria Rhen. The name tied Val to a runaway omega, maybe his sister, and I couldn’t shake the feeling he was hiding more than I’d already uncovered.

His scent, all sweet, and forbidden had slipped through his wolfsbane mask, and I knew ...