WILLA’S POV
THIS DAMN BASTARD.
THIS. DAMN. f*****g. JERK.
The ancestral sash was a sacred item to old werewolf families like the Hancrofts, the Wicks, the Warricks, and the Alfieros. It was so sacred that no one could touch it but one’s family members and mate!
And yet Gallahan had let the beautiful woman, who I just learned was actually the renowned Miss Zuleika Banfey, touch his ancestral sash!
“f**k,” I seethed.
The sight I was forced to bear witness had ignited the need to rip the woman’s hand and smash Gallahan’s head, as fury roared loudly in my mind and in every fiber of my being.
Did the bastard forget about such an old yet deeply ingrained custom? Or did his head go empty in the last six years?
Or maybe Miss Banfey was simply his chosen mate.
But the thought just angered
