Chapter 6. Caught

Silas POV

She wasn't supposed to be able to see me.

I'd picked the spot under the maple on the first night for a reason. No light. No angle from her window. Three nights, and she'd never once looked down.

Tonight she'd turned off her lamp first.

Smart. Smarter than anyone had warned me.

My father thought I was babysitting a fragile, wolfless girl. So did her family.

They were all wrong. I'd known it since that lecture, the second her scent tore through three hundred people and hit me in the back row.

She was a wolf.

She was my mate.

And I hadn't told a single soul.

Now she was standing in a dark window three floors up, looking straight at me, and I couldn't make my feet move.

I'd been caught before. By coaches, by cops, by my father, once, at fifteen, climbing back through my bedroom window with a split lip. I knew what you were supposed to do. Look away. Walk off. Act li