Ash’s POV
The blood and rot smell of Dark and Draken lingered in the deserted cabin, but I hardly noticed it now. It had been three weeks since the epic garden battle, and three weeks since Lena had chosen the Lycan over me for good. Trove weeks of infection, inside and out, that wouldn’t close.
"She'll come around," I said to the empty room, leaning into a new bandage matched against the sluggishly bleeding grooves across my ribs from Lucien's claws. “She’s got to know that everything I’ve done, it was for her.”
The stranger glared back at me in the broken mirror. Haggard, coruscating, the silver in my eyes as if feverish from a ceaseless dribble of insomniac thought. My former carefully harnessed and concealed True Alpha ability was now a powerful beast rampaging over my psyche every
