***Vance’s POV***
As soon as Sianna fell into a deep slumber, I slowly rolled her off me without waking her. I figured that she would be washed with fatigue from the traveling of yesterday. I took one of my shirts and rested it above her head so that the scent of me would imply that I was there with her, comforting both her and her wolf.
Containing my wrath was impossible. My wolf was hell-bent on killing Curtis. I wanted to rip his throat out the minute Sianna revealed his traitorous actions. He obviously did not intercept the message that I had visibly sent that Sianna was MINE!
It was now my prerogative to make him suffer, to make him wish his mother had locked her legs and refused to push him out for him to be born.
Blayne had gotten Curtis into the dungeon when I commanded him thr
