_Calden's POV_
Thessaly sat rigidly in the backseat of the Mercedes G-Wagon, trying to take up as little space as possible. Her smell was stale with fear and anxiety, emotions that made my wolf pace restlessly beneath my skin. She knew she'd messed up at the party, and badly. I'd been publicly humiliated by Zarelle, and it was all because of Thessaly's pathetic jealousy.
“At least she has the sense to keep her mouth shut.” My wolf was still agitated from the confrontation with Cyric.
Suddenly, Aldrin twisted around from the front seat, his instincts making him alert to my mood. "Alpha."
I followed the direction of my beta’s pointing finger and saw the giant billboard outside the Moonrise Shopping Center. My blood turned to ice.
Thessaly squealed when she recognized her own
