The adrenaline from the "Cooking Battle" faded fast, leaving me exhausted.
It was midnight. The lodge was quiet. Caleb was in the shower, washing off the scent of smoke and spices. Leo was asleep in his crib.
But I couldn't sleep.
I stood at the kitchen window, drying the last of the giant clay pots. Outside, the forest was pitch black, swallowed by the mountain night.
Then, I saw it.
A flash of light.
It was faint—just a momentary reflection of the moon on something metallic near the edge of the driveway.
Vanessa’s car.
She had stormed out two hours ago. She should be halfway to the city by now. Why was she parked at the edge of the Pack boundary?
"Caleb?" I called out softly. The water was still running upstairs. He wouldn't hear me.
My instinct screamed at me to stay
