~Threat~
~Harlow~
Throughout the whole day, I kept hearing Devon’s words in my head, sending my whole heart in a daze. He already returned to the Graywoods pack but his presence still lingered as I wiped Rosie's portrait to round up for the day. His last statement struck a chord within me and made my stomach flutter. It was straight out possessiveness I guess. It was a sense of duty to protect his mate and slave, I was nothing more.
Stephanie was still his betrothed, his future queen. I don't stand a chance. A hushed voice right across the corner caught my attention.
It was past dinner, the darkness had wrapped the sun up in its warm embrace, but I could still point out the owner of the voice. Dropping the small handkerchief on the ground, I took slow steps towards a wall and hid beh
