The rustle of clothing came from right beside me.
I kept my eyes closed and my breathing even. A normal dose of wolfsbane barely affected me anymore, but Adrian and Ivy had no idea.
Ivy's muffled moans blended with the rain outside as the mattress shifted beneath them.
"Baby." Adrian held her tight in his arms.
A werewolf's sense of smell was too sharp for mercy. Their mingled scents filled the room, and the betrayal burned through me worse than silver.
That was when something finally became painfully clear.
In ten years, Adrian had never kissed me with that kind of hunger.
He held me when his wolf needed calming. He kissed me before battles, when he needed me willing to risk my life for him.
The words I'd heard most often from him had never been "I love you."
"Mara, hold the west
