Wolves typically didn't keep pets, but Arian wasn't about to let that fact deter me.
His smoky gray wolf was in a playful crouch on the opposite side of the training room, tongue lolling out like one of those goofy Labradors I often spotted romping around Central Park, visible from the Tower Room's north window at The Plaza. It had been five weeks since my disastrous first night there, still residing in the suite intended for my twin sister's honeymoon—an event that should have rightfully been mine, had it ever taken place.
But it hadn't.
Not for me or Calista.
Now that Finnian had released me from his claim as mate, I was determined to keep it that way. Forever. If my time in Upper East Side had taught me anything, it was that I didn't need a male in my life—how had Charles put it?—li
