Dorian
"Today I’ll meet my brother and learn all the dirty little secrets about you and your past. You’d better start thinking how you’ll convince me not to change my mind about marrying you," Clara had texted.
Dorian’s heart clenched when he read her words.
"I’ll die without you. Don’t even joke about that," he typed back, his fingers trembling.
"Fine. I’m teasing. I’ll never change my mind. NEVER."
But Dorian wasn’t joking. He and his wolf both knew with terrifying clarity—without her, there was no life. Without Clara, it would be like suffocating slowly, the madness of losing control over the beast inside consuming him.
He worried. Victor might tell Clara terrible things about his past. Dorian knew Victor hated him, and if there was an opportunity for revenge for Eva’s death, Vict
