Paul came home every night to sleep beside me, even when I was already dead to the world. Sometimes before I fell asleep, I would stare at him, asking him silent questions about the Alliance and the Wolfpack—his Wolf army. He thought my stare was more accusation about She-b***h, but it wasn't. I couldn't do more than give him a constipated look as I tried to find a way to speak to him about his plans.
It didn't help matters that I wasn't allowed around the Werewolves until the battle. He was afraid my presence would spark a revolt. They had agreed to honor the winner of the battle, but that agreement hadn't included a Vampire walking around in their midst beforehand. Knowing that Sasha was there gaining supporters, maybe even tempting Paul, ate away at me. I wanted to know if he had seen
