KAIA

The fluorescent lights in the Moonfang Construction break room buzz overhead as I sit at one of the small round tables, picking at my salad.

It’s been days since the gala, and I still feel like every eye in the building is on me. Whispers follow me down hallways, conversations stop when I enter rooms, and I’ve caught more than one wolf tilting their head like they’re trying to catch my scent.

The mate bond revelation has turned me into pack gossip, and I hate every second of ...