Auren POV
I barely recognized her.
Lorien walked out of the room like she owned it like she’d just set fire to everything within it and was daring anyone to stop her. The quiet, trembling woman I’d brought here a week ago had vanished, replaced by someone dangerous and alive.
My hand tightened around the back of a chair, the wood creaking under my grip as I fought to keep my wolf contained. He was thrilled by the change, by the spark of challenge in her, but I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to feed that flame or snuff it out.
My attraction to Lorien had become a problem stronger than I ever imagined possible after losing Sylira. I didn’t know how to survive it.
It had been years since her death, and in all that time, I hadn’t felt even a flicker of desire for another woman. Not until no
