Liana’s POV
She put her tankard down on the table with a slow, deliberate motion. A little bit of ale spilled over the side, but she didn’t seem to notice. “That’s a big problem. And a big risk. You’re a pack wolf, aren’t you? I can smell it on you, faint, but there. You don’t belong here.”
I knew she was testing me. “I don’t belong anywhere right now,” I said, the words coming out more honest than I intended. “I’m losing my place. Everything I’ve worked for is being taken from me by a wolf with no pack and no scent. She’s a disease, and I need to cut her out before she infects everyone.”
Her lips curved Into a small, humorless smile. “A disease, huh? You’re not the first to come to me with a disease. Most of them are named jealousy. Is that what you call yours?”
My anger flared, but I
