"Why? Why did he kill her? Just because she fell in love with him? A man of higher status than her?" My voice echoed through the forest, but the words hung there, unanswered. The once earthy scent of the woods suddenly soured, replaced by the fetid stench that now sends chills down my spine.
Caleb's eyes widened, mirroring my own shock. Without hesitation, he stepped in front of me, his movements sharp and protective. He scanned the surroundings, every sense on high alert. I didn't need to be a werewolf to recognize the telltale scent of rogues. The eerie stillness only intensified my unease. It was strange, and more than a little frightening, to find myself shielded by Caleb. Protection was the last thing I expected from him.
I peered over Caleb's shoulder, our attention drawn to the a
