"What will it take for you to let them go?"
Caleb Manning kept a lid on his temper, his voice cold and irritable.
Kian Sterling twirled the bone chain around his fingertips, moonlight trickling over his silver-white fox tail like a river of stars.
Instead of answering, he leaned in close to Caleb's neck, his nose grazing the veins bulging with rage: "I heard the Winged Tiger Tribe has been dabbling in pottery lately. Making quite some progress, huh?"
Caleb's pupils contracted sharply. The Winged Tiger Tribe had always kept their pottery research under wraps—how did Kian even know?
He frowned, deeply pondering. Did Chloe trade secrets with Kian just to save her own skin?
No, impossible…
Chloe was gentle and kind, loved him deeply—no matter the danger, no matter their fights or misunderstandings, she'd never betray the Winged Tiger Tribe or sell him out.
But once suspicion took root, it refused to be smothered.
