The night had been fitful. Evelyn and I had resolved any tension between ourselves, which I was glad of, yet my mate had not seemed herself. I struggled to sleep as I could sense my mate’s unease. I swore it was to do with being back in her pack, yet as she paced the floor of her bedroom she was adamant that was not the case at all.
The day of the wedding, I had so easily seen the lack of care or honor her family showed toward my mate, but spending further time with them the more the imbalance within their family became apparent, and it infuriated me. As much as Evelyn may have mentioned it to me, seeing it in person made it so much worse. They treated her terribly.
How that man, she had the displeasure of calling her father had done, as he had sickened me. If he had wanted the life of
