Teressa’s POV

I watched the fire from a distance, its glow faint against the broken treeline. They were close. Rissa, Josh, and the Lycan. I could smell them. Their fear. Their exhaustion. And beneath it all, the fragile thread of forgiveness begins to weave itself between them.

Pathetic.

I had warned Josh once that compassion was Rissa’s greatest weakness. He hadn’t listened then, and he certainly wasn’t listening now. He thought he could crawl back into her heart with regret and ...