Sleep refused to find me that night.
Lucien's words circled my mind like restless wolves.
"Do you still like him?"
"Especially me."
They weren't questions. They were warnings.
But why did they sound so much like confessions, too?
When dawn came, the mansion was cloaked in a fog that blurred everything to silver. The halls were quiet, save for the steady rhythm of boots of warriors moving for patrols. I moved more slowly than usual, gathering my chores, pretending I didn't notice how my heartbeat skipped every time the Alpha crossed my thoughts.
I was halfway to the courtyard when I saw him.
Lucien stood by the stables, speaking with one of the elders, his back half-turned to me. He looked composed, too composed, but there was something in the rigid set of his shoulders, something o
