Echoes of the wolf

ilence. He hadn't meant to follow Mira; he didn't even know why he was out here. Something about the way she stormed off from school, the coldness

sure what he

r-Mira. Her back was to him, standing

an's golden eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and his posture was relaxed, yet there

ng onto Damien's. "What are you doing he

feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy. He wasn't sure why, but he c

arp. His heart was racing, not just because he'd followed her

ssion unreadable. Then, she turned her gaze ba

before, but there was something about the way Mira said h

nore. "I think you're the one who doesn't belong here, Damien," he said, his v

l me what's my business," he snapped, stepping close

, you're a tough guy, aren't you? Too bad that doesn't

Ryder wasn't just some stranger. He didn't just dislike him; there w

, his voice quiet but threatening. "You

d you think I'm just suppos

. "Enough, both of you," she said, her voice low and commanding. But it didn't have the

s she so calm about this? Why wasn't sh

g anywhere," Damien said, his voice firm. "If this i

should leave, Damien," he said, his voice dark with warning. "Y

eel a cold shiver running down his spine. He was starting to feel like he'd

in, but this time, her words stung. "I tol

expecting resistance from her, but n

in his chest. But just as he took

've done?" Ryder's voice was like ice, cutting through

you are or why you're here," he said, his voice steady,

o home, Damien," she said again, th

e wall that Mira always put up was impenetrable. No ma

h barely concealed hostility-Damien turned and walked away

t, Ryder's words echoed in his mind: