Evelyn's POV

Dominic’s words lingered in my ear. “What if it were me?”

For a moment, I wanted to believe him. The certainty in his tone matched the strength of the wolf stirring within me, urging me to trust him and stop doubting.

But I shook my head, pressing my palms flat against the cold stall door. No. That didn’t make sense. Dominic didn’t have that kind of power. He had been a homeless man with nothing. What happened to Noah and Nancy must have been a coincidence.

Still, my ...