Rissa’s POV

The wind carried frost off the cliffs as I moved through the trees, my bare feet silent against damp moss and fallen pine. I hadn’t shifted. Not yet. The wolf inside me scratched and snarled, begging for release, but I didn’t trust her right now.

I didn’t trust anyone.

Not Mark.

Not the pack.

Not myself.

Back at the estate, silence had thickened the halls like smoke. Everyone looked at me like I might break again. I could feel it—the way their eyes slid away, the way ...