Lola’s POV

The night after the hunting competition was full of noise, laughter, and the smell of smoke. Wolves from different packs were still celebrating in the open field, their howls echoing through the forest.

Evelyn was supposed to come with me to the afterparty, but she was already smiling at her phone when I found her.

“Who’s that?” I asked, even though I already knew.

She grinned. “My boyfriend. We’re going to grab dinner. You don’t mind, right?”

“Of course not,” I ...