It was time to head outside and face the music. Cane stood at my back, his comforting presence itching at the back of my mind. Something had changed between us since our time at the camp, and the thread stretching between us was visible to me even without closing my eyes now.

Cane still hadn’t addressed it. A comforting stroke down the thread made me close my eyes as we stood there.

“It will be alright, Aspen. Pack deserves to know the truth of what they’re up ...