Haven’s POV

The sun felt vengeful. Five hours had already gone by waiting for Rue, and by the time it ended, my skin was cracked and dry.

The butler’s attitude had changed the moment he learned we were from Half Moon Pack. He was polite before that; but he got frosty the instant the word left our mouths.

“Five hours,” Veronica flapped her hand at the sky, theatrically. “Do you know what this sun has done to my skin? I look like a tomato. A very distinguished tomato.”

I tried not ...