For a second, neither of them said anything.
Brian's hand was braced against the wall beside her head. His other arm still circled her waist, holding her just off the rough stone. His scent—familiar, once comforting—wrapped around her, dragging up memories she didn't want.
Her wolf went very still.
“Let go," Martha said.
Brian blinked, as if waking from a trance. His grip loosened, though he didn't step back.
“What are you doing here?" he demanded. “Why are you back in Snow Moon territory? And why didn't you marry Alpha Davis?"
Martha stared at him.
“That's how you start?" she asked. “No hello. No apology. Just questions."
His jaw tightened.
“Answer me," he said. “I watched you get handed over. You were gone. Now I see you walking down a street like nothing happened."
She twisted
