ATTICUS
My pen scratched across the invitation cards as I signed, the strokes quick and sharp, every word looking more detached than the last.
My eyes scanned the reports from the other packs, but I barely saw them. My thoughts kept drifting, like a current I couldn’t swim against, always leading back to her.
Hera.
She was in my head, thoughts of her raging like a storm I couldn’t silence, even though I’d promised myself she wouldn’t matter.
And that was the truth, she shouldn’t matter.
I gritted my teeth, setting the pen down for a moment. Rachael had been the only woman I thought I’d ever feel anything for, but Hera—she was something else.
She wasn’t supposed to affect me this way, shouldn’t have been able to claw her way under my skin. She was supposed to be a means to an en
