Olivia's POV
"Why are you really here, Sterling?" I leaned against my desk, watching Dominic pace my office like a caged predator. His scent - that maddening mix of silver fir and cedar - was even stronger in the enclosed space, making my enhanced senses buzz with awareness.
"Calm down, Cora." I silently said to myself, "I can feel that he is not our destined partner." Cora growled disapprovingly, "But he is strong, stronger than the wolves in our Pack. We have come of age to mate." I could only sigh helplessly, not knowing why. I had never experienced the flutter of a destined heart, only a small wolf that sometimes becomes restless.
"Can't I just want to check on you?" He gestured to my bandaged shoulder. "You took quite a hit during the attack."
"An attack your pack orchestrated?"
