I fought with myself for a long while. Should I go back and tell Leo? Would he even believe me? He didn’t want to hear it the first time around, so there was a giant possibility that he wouldn’t hear me out again. But now I had concrete proof. That had to count for something. I shoved the paper back into my bag and tied the drawstring. Then, I shifted back, clutched it in my teeth, and turned around. I felt my wolf yip at my decision and I couldn’t help but smile as I made my way back ...