As Caleb and I stood at a distance, observing Ezra and my father deep in conversation outside my house, curiosity gnawed at me. The air was thick with tension and anticipation, leaving me eager to decipher the exchange unfolding before us. We were positioned in Ezra's jeep, Caleb standing beside me with his arms folded, and Dina confined in the back, her hands bound by chains designed to restrain even a werewolf. Remarkably, she seemed unflustered by her predicament, almost appearing relieved. It was evident she saw this as a chance to secure the help she so desperately needed.
"What do you think they're discussing?" I inquired, my voice hushed, eyes fixed on the scene before us.
Caleb offered a noncommittal shrug, his gaze remaining fixed on the conversation. "It's probably related to y
