Rowena POV
Mason storms into my apartment, and his scent is mixed with the faint smell of hazelnut. He has been with my mate. I try not to let the look of worry cross my face when I see the duffle bag in Mason's hands.
"Are you planning on staying for a while?" I attempt to joke with him, but the look on his face is cold.
"Do you mind?" He asks. "I don't think I can go back there."
"I thought you two were friends?" I respond with a question.
"I thought we were, too," Mason sighs as he flops on the couch. "But I am not sure our friendship can come back from this. I am sure his wolf was trying to kill me. It doesn't make any sense."
My palms begin to sweat. I know exactly why his wolf tried to kill him. It is because of me. I weigh my options. I can tell Mason the tr
