Kestrel's POV
Something is horribly wrong about Sophia's presence here. I can feel it in my gut, in the way my wolf is snarling and pacing inside my mind. She's too calm, too collected for someone who claims to be running from danger. And the way she keeps glancing at me with those calculating eyes makes my skin crawl.
Tyler moves toward the door and opens it wider, letting her step fully into the apartment. She's completely drenched, her hair plastered to her face and her clothes soaking wet like she's been standing in the rain for hours. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying, mascara streaked down her cheeks in dark rivers. But when she sees me sitting on the couch with my laptop, she stops dead in her tracks, shock written all over her face.
She turns to Tyler with a questioning loo
