Arizona's POV
I hated them. My husband. His sister. His mother. Imogene.
Every single one of them. And I would show them what hatred meant.
I grinned bitterly as I neared the outskirts, and slowed down. Imogene's estate was dimly lit—guards posted, but distracted.
I crept closer, silent, and calculating. I knew where Xavier’s room was. I’d studied it, thought about it too many nights while Orion laid beside me dreaming of her.
I was just about to move when I saw something—someone.
A lone wolf slinking through the shadows.
What the hell?
I froze, crouched low in the bushes. The wolf leapt through Xavier’s window. Seconds later, I saw her again—carrying the boy in her jaws.
My heart stopped. Who the hell was that?
The shape... the scent... it was familiar. Not just familiar—it was
