Amelia had been unconscious all morning, exactly five hours and twenty-two minutes, and Itzal knew this because he had checked the clock a hundred times in the meantime while waiting for her to wake up and trying to understand what exactly had happened with his wolf during the ceremony.
He could consider that it was the first time since he became alpha that the loyalty ceremony was performed in his metamorphic form, but that didn’t seem like a good enough excuse for his wolf’s passive-aggressive behavior or for what he did after expelling Mia from the hall. For God’s sake, in all the years he had known Mia, his wolf had never acted so threateningly towards her, even though it wasn’t the first time she had been petulant with him. Moreover, that thing about licking someone’s blood was unpr
