Chapter 23. Truth

Wyatt’s POV

Tessa’s giving Brooke’s back the kind of look that could melt concrete, and I’ve never been prouder of anyone in my life.

I watched the whole thing from the end of the hallway. I didn’t step in. Rule seven. If she needs me, she’ll say so.

She didn’t need me.

She came out of that hallway with her chin up and her mascara fixed and a tiny, dangerous smile I’ve never seen on her before, and when she found me by the fireplace, she said, “Brooke says hi,” like she was telling me the weather.

My wolf has been pacing all night. When she said that, he sat down and grinned. I didn’t even know he could do that.

“You okay?” I ask her now, for maybe the fifth time.

“Stop asking.”

“Okay.”

“I’m okay,” she says. Then, quieter: “Thank you. For outside.”

I don’t know what to say to that. So I just nod, and she leans her shoulder against my arm, and we stand there for a while not saying anything, which is apparently a thing