Andrew’s POV
The dream of Sarah I had last night worked me into a frenzy to find her and be near her. The mate bond didn’t link us any longer, but there was a residual yearning for her scent.
Tension clung to me like a second skin. After speaking with my father about the pack’s outbursts toward the vampire boarders, he suggested I return and forget the marriage alliance with the vampires.
My brows stitched together. War seemed inevitable at this point. War against my own kind because of a marriage they didn’t want, or war because the vampires were not werewolves.
Guilt gurgled in my chest. Here, I grew tired of war, and yet I had been at war with a girl I should have been protecting and caring for for years. I hated myself. After Sarah’s murder in the dungeon and rejection of the b
