CHAPTER ELEVEN
The moon is high, casting its silver light through the dense canopy of the mountain woods, creating a mosaic of shadows on the ground. Ethan stands before me, his eyes reflecting the celestial glow, the piercing blue even more prominent in the night. His presence is magnetic, commanding as any Alpha's should be. But there's a softness there too, just for me.
"Kyle knew about you," I blurt out, unable to contain the secret that's been gnawing at my insides. "He knew you were an Alpha."
Ethan's brow furrows slightly, a flicker of concern—or is it surprise?—dancing across his features. "How do you know that?" His voice is even, cautious, like he's trying to solve a puzzle where the pieces don't quite fit.
"Does it matter?" I counter, feeling the weight of my loyalty to Kyle
