MARIGOLD POV
I honestly thought I was being dramatic. Really. I mean, who wouldn’t? Alpha Gregor expensive villa, private chef, silk sheets, Alpha Gregor himself hovering like an oversized storm cloud whenever I so much as blinked… it should’ve been paradise. And for the most part, it was. Except for that.
That feeling.
Call me naïve, call me paranoid, call me whatever you like, but my wolf doesn’t lie. Wolves don’t do subtle. When something’s wrong, the hackles rise and the world smells like copper and shadows. And for the past few days, the villa had been a festival of copper and shadows.
It started small — a ribbon on my sleeve that I didn’t remember tying. A seedpod in my jewelry box. A spoon set at the wrong angle at breakfast. Little things. Annoying things. Creepy things. Things
