Elena stirred awake, her wolf senses catching the sound of water running inside the bathroom. Her ears twitched slightly. The room around her stayed dim, curtains drawn tight. She could no longer tell if it was nightfall or dawn.
Her head throbbed. Her limbs felt like they carried weights. Her body ached, especially between her thighs.
Dolphus.
The name hit her like a blade. Her mind replayed last night, scene after scene flashing like cruel moonlight.
She had surrendered herself to Dolphus.
Panic set in. What had she done? How had she let it happen?
Her mind spiraled. Dolphus, the adopted son of the Farrington's family. Her mother's brother. Though no blood bound them, by pack law, he was still considered her uncle.
Her wolf whimpered deep inside. She should have called him family
