ISOLDE
I had been crying for what felt like hours, locked away with no one, especially not Rowan, opening the door for me. My cheeks were sore, my throat burned from sobbing, but the ache in my chest was worse.
Why would he do this to me?
Why was he so obsessed with another scent on me? After everything he had done to me?
And what did he mean by it? I had never been close to any other wolf except…
I froze.
Finnian?
Prince Finnian?
No. It couldn’t be. We had nothing. He only helped me. That was all… right?
But my stomach tightened in a way I didn’t want to acknowledge.
Why was I drawn to both of them? Why did it feel like Finnian was silently trying to claim me, in his own quiet way?
And why did Rowan act as though he’d burn the whole palace to the ground because of a trace of
