Vincent let the warm water rinse off the last of the mud. He grabbed his washcloth and the bar of soap. He closed his eyes as he washed his body, letting out a deep breath.
He could still picture her face when he closed his eyes. The way she had looked up at him, her eyes filled with betrayal and hurt. His wolf was oddly quiet. It was almost like before.
Before he had known Emily, before he and his beast had connected with each other. She was what had brought them together, and he knew that it was his fault the wolf was quiet in his head now. The beast wanted to go to its mate; it didn’t care about CJ.
That’s what bothered Vincent the most, the fact that it bothered him. Not the wolf, the wolf didn’t see CJ as a threat. It saw him as an asset, someone to help him protect his ma
