The full moon party was in full swing, crackling energy rolling through the clearing like wildfire. Pack members danced, laughed, shifted mid-sprint, and reveled in each other under the glow of the moon.
And to my surprise, Conan wasn't fighting me on anything. He followed close—quiet, observing, unreadable as ever. Part of me was proud. The other part? Frustrated beyond reason. He was being too stubborn, refusing to even flinch with curiosity no matter how many chances I gave him to ask.
Maybe I shouldn't have made it this hard for him to find out. But if I'd told him the full truth, he probably wouldn't have shown up tonight at all. And I wasn't going to force him to come, even if I'd wanted to. Especially not when I needed him to choose to stand beside me.
I was pulled from my thoughts when my father stepped into the firelit center of the clearing and gave a sharp, echoing whistle.
