Diego's POV
The basketball slams against the hardwood floor with a satisfying thud that echoes through the empty gymnasium. I bounce it again, harder this time, watching it arc perfectly into the net hanging on the far wall.
"It's just going to be a few more minutes and Kestrel will be back," I say casually, spinning the ball on my finger. "So you don't have to worry about your precious friend being away from you, Sera."
My sister sits on the bleachers, her legs crossed, arms wrapped tight around her middle like she's trying to hold herself together. She's wearing a burgundy sweater that makes her look younger than she is and softer than the alpha blood that runs through her veins too. Her dark eyes is the same shade as mine and I don't like it.
"I can't believe she left without tellin
