Celeste’s grin widened, a little too smug, like she was already two steps ahead in some game I didn’t know we were playing. It wasn’t just a smile—it was the kind of look that made my wolf growl low in the back of my mind. She was plotting something. I could feel it.
Still, I didn’t flinch. I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction.
"Must just be your imagination," I added casually and left her. My wolf didn’t trust her, and honestly? Neither did I.
***
The night dragged on, the lively chatter around me a background hum as I tried to focus on anything but Celeste’s smug presence. When I excused myself to step outside for some air, I didn’t expect trouble to follow.
I barely made it to the alley behind the restaurant before Asher found me. He stalked toward me, his golden eyes dark with anger.
"Lois!" he said sharply. "We need to talk."
"About what?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
His jaw clenched, and before I could react, he slapped me. The crack of it echoed in the narrow space, leaving my cheek stinging and my heart pounding.
"Asher!" I gasped, stepping back in shock. My wolf growled, the sting of betrayal cutting deeper than the slap.