Marcus
Ever since that day at the Cross mansion, I’d regretted snapping at Zane. My sweet wolf, wise beyond his years. I’d been so consumed with taking revenge on Frank Cross that I’d ignored my own wolf’s advice.
He’d warned me that Lexi didn’t seem right. He hadn’t felt that connection with her. And I’d doubted him because of the curse, because I had been consumed with the joy of destroying my enemy.
And he’d been right in the end – she wasn’t my Fated Mate. If she was, he wouldn’t have weakened further. I’d let my revenge get between me and my closest partner.
Over the six years since that day, I’d heard from Zane less and less. While he’d always been a sensitive creature, he used to crack jokes and whisper witty one-liners to me. He used to be passionate about trying
