Luna said her piece and turned to leave.
Caleb Manning suddenly grabbed her wrist, his golden eyes dark as the abyss beneath the moonlight. "I didn't…"
"Didn't what?"
She shook off his hand, her voice colder than the night wind. "Didn't still care about her? Didn't sneak back to The Winged Tiger Tribe for her?"
"I don't still care about her."
Caleb's Adam's apple bobbed, his knuckles squeezing white. "I just…"
The words stuck in his throat.
How was he supposed to say it? That he'd finally seen Chloe Callahan's true colors?
That after leaving The Winged Tiger Tribe, he'd wandered for days, thinking about every little moment with her when he'd been a cub?
The night wind swept fallen leaves past Luna's skirt hem. Suddenly, she bent down, drawing closer.
Caleb's breath caught as the silvery moonlight lit up the arc of her lips.
It was a look he'd never seen before—cold, indifferent, utterly foreign.
"Do you know?"
