AMARA’S POV

“You have some guts showing your face around here after what you’ve done,” Elian asks, and my eyelid twitches.

My wolf growls, wanting to switch so she can read his head off. As though he could sense my growing rage, Caelan continues to draw circles on the back of my hand.

Surprisingly, it was really calming.

My countenance remained neutral and my tone even as I spoke. “I did nothing other than trust a fool.” I shot Odessa a glance. “Two of them.”

Elian growled, ...