As she dug deeper, a particular post caught her eye. It was a picture of Fern in a dimly lit bar, leaning into a man whose face was partly obscured. Her head was thrown back in laughter, a drink in hand, while the man’s arm wrapped around her waist. In another shot, she was seated on his lap, her fingers playfully resting on his chest.
There was a video attached to the post. Lavender clicked it as her hands trembled. The audio was muffled, but the man’s voice was unmistakable—the same cold, deep tone she’d heard in her mind during their conversation.
“That’s him,” Lavender whispered.
She paused the video, her eyes narrowing as she studied the man’s face. He was rugged, with sharp features. Something about him felt dangerous, predatory.
With a sinking feeling, Lavender went back to Fern’s friends list, scrolling quickly. There he was. His name was Kane Blackthorn, and his profile wasn’t private. Lavender clicked on it and felt her stomach drop. Kane was a werewolf too, and according to his profile, he was from the Bloodfang Pack.
The Bloodfang Pack.