Kyra's POV
The rain drummed against the windows as Nathan and I sat on opposite ends of Emily's couch. Five minutes of silence had stretched between us since he'd decided to stay.
"Can I ask you something?" His deep voice finally broke through the quiet.
I raised my eyes to meet his and nodded. "Yes."
"Did you ever consider telling me about Snow?" The question I'd been dreading hung in the air between us.
I bit my bottom lip and lowered my gaze. Sylvia, my wolf, stirred anxiously within me. "He deserves the truth," she urged.
"Yes," I admitted, my voice barely audible over the rain. "I thought about it constantly, but I was terrified."
"Of what?" Nathan's eyes narrowed.
"Your anger." The words tumbled out before I could stop them.
He inhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed hard.
