When Shawn came back to Belmor Town, he was no longer the same wolf. He quit the court, shut himself in the Yates Den's study, and sat among walls of scrolls with a jug of strong liquor never leaving his paw.
"Shawn, you can't go on drinking like this," the steward said cautiously.
"Get out!" Shawn roared, blood-shot eyes, hoarse voice.
He downed another swallow, the fiery liquid burning his throat, but it would not burn the jealous knot in his breast.
Leah, how could she bind herself up with another?
He thought she was just throwing a tantrum, that she would return. But this day in the border land, her cold, indifferent stare half frightened him to death.
"Shawn," Quinn came in carrying a bowl of sobering broth, dressed simply in a frock, with a single hairpin of white jade, looking
