Chapter 57

Ebony's POV

The next month was a blur. We spent most of our spare time with Rocco and the rest of the pack, doing extra-long dinners in which everyone tried hard to make things as normal as possible. Rocco was much quieter than his usual jokester self, and every time Ford and I tried to get him alone to tell him about the scent in the hallway thing, he made up an excuse and left before we could.

I didn’t blame him, of course; everyone dealt with trauma and loss differently. Eventually, he’d listen, and if he wanted to do something about it, he would.

Ford and I continued to attend my classes, though he was a little quieter too. Honestly, I think all of us were. What had happened to Rocco’s brother scared us, and it made life feel more fragile.

I and Ford were both less horny, too. We fooled around a little, once or twice a week, but we were both trying to deal with what we’d seen.

And honestly, the longer we went without my wolf making a decision, the m