(BLUE'S POV)
Mason's innocent little question about Erica had done something dangerous to me.
I had left Mason resting in the bedroom earlier, telling him I was going downstairs to catch up on some light reading. But the second I sat down with the book in my lap, I couldn't focus at all. The words on the page kept blurring into meaningless shapes. All I could think about was the shy flush that had crept across Mason's cheeks when he asked if Erica and I were close. The way his warm brown eyes had darted away, that tiny, vulnerable flicker — a mix of jealousy, curiosity, and something that looked a lot like hope.
It was so adorably human. So perfectly Mason.
And it pulled me straight back through nine hundred years of memory.
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FLASHBACK—900+ YEARS AGO
Four years after I had joined the Stormroot Pack, I was twenty-three years old and still very much an outsider.
