#Chapter 47

Aaron’s POV I’m torturing myself. Caspian and I both are. He finally lies down on the mossy grass in the clearing where we usually meet Mae’s wolf. I waited longer than usual, the purple of twilight having fully faded to night’s black before I strolled into my backyard toward the forest like I do every night. I peeked next door to see the light on in Mae’s bedroom, though I couldn’t tell if anyone was in there. I tried not to imagine Henry in her bedroom with her as I shifted and gave over control to Caspian. Even fifteen minutes after my later than usual arrival, Mae’s wolf still isn’t here. Caspian huffs defeatedly, rustling a leaf by his nose. We wait, and I remember. Remember the way Mae looked so relieved when she opened the door only for her face to fall when she realized it was me. Remember my own disappointment when Henry interrupted us, and I realized the relief on Mae’s face when she answered her door was intended for him. That first step backward that she to