*Josie*
Hours later I set my watercolors aside and walk to the window. It has grown dark and he has yet to return. I am considering whether to send the stable lads out to search for him when Torrie walks in and hands me a message.
Luna Greyfur,
A widow in the village is in need of my assistance. Not certain when I will return. Kiss Noella for me and give her my love.
Alpha Greyfur
With a scoff, I crumple the paper. Does he think me a fool? I know precisely what sort of assistance he is delivering. He is a man with needs, and they will be met most willingly with a night in the arms of a widow.
Assistance, indeed.
I take my meal in the dining room, the first time since that fateful night when I had discovered the truth. I am kept company only by the ticking of the clock on the mantel,
