Betty POV
"Look at them," April whispered. Her voice cut through the dark of my mind like a blunt blade.
My chest squeezed. The dark mist around us shifted, pulling up old images. I stared at the two men standing in the centre of my own head. Adriel and Mitchell. My mates. My chest ached with a physical, heavy weight.
"They do not look the same to me," April said. She pacing inside my head. Her claws clicked against the floor of my memory. "They have the same blood. But they are completely separate beasts."
"Mitchell does not care about rules," I said. My voice sounded flat, even to me. I watched the memory of Mitchell run a hand through his messy hair. He wore a torn leather jacket. He leaned against a wall in the Lycan kingdom with his ankles crossed. He looked like trouble. He smell
