Measuring my response, River plucked a strand of grass from the ground and chewed on it, deceptively insightful. “Don’t want to talk about it?” she guessed, nonchalant.
Did I want to talk about the fact that I’d disobeyed the pack? That Callum had betrayed me, over and over again; that every day, he’d let me go on believing one thing when reality was another? Did I want to talk about the fact that together, Callum and I had destroyed Aly’s marriage, torn my family apart, and brought life to a screeching halt?
“Not particularly.”
“You want to race me to the dock?” River asked in the same casual tone.
I thought about running with the pack—how connected I’d felt. How invincible.
“Ten-second head start?” It helped to barter with River.
“Five.”
I took off the moment the word was out of h
