“In case we are about to die, I’m really sorry for being a b*tch to you back there,” said Jane as we followed Grayson toward town hall.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too,” I replied, taking hold of her hand.

The town hall was an outdoor amphitheater with framed bleachers. Trae stood before his pack, his gaze meeting mine as we approached.

I didn’t shy away from his gaze this time. Instead, I locked my eyes on his haunting stare and ...