Knowing that Austin not only wants to frame me for the death of his packmate, but is also physically intimate with his mate candidates is a bitter pill to swallow. But I do a fine job of swallowing it.
Ever since that evening, my wolf has gone silent. The pain is there, but I can’t feel my wolf. It’s this hollowness that is a constant throb inside me.
However, two days is enough time for me to compose myself. Which turns out to be necessary because on the third day, Austin walks into the bar.
Fortunately for me, before he can approach me, another person makes a beeline for me.
Loyd smiles at me and his voice is low. “Thought I’d lend a hand.”
I know what he means almost instantly, and I can’t help but smile at his kindness.
“You’re a sweetheart.” I hand him the menu. “Your drin
