CONNOR POV
My mother-in-law is a banshee. No doubt about it.
Her scream was so ear-piercing I swear Cassius might’ve ended up with a perforated eardrum or something. If the woman’s voice could be weaponized, we’d never lose a war again.
The sound tore through my sleep like a silver bullet.
My eyes flew open, disoriented, my wolf ears twitching. For a second, I didn’t know where I was—until the scent hit me. Hydrangeas. Wet soil. Azaleas. And underneath it all, faint but distinct, the sweet, maddening scent of her. Grace.
Right. I’d fallen asleep in her garden.
In wolf form.
Brilliant move, Alpha.
Cain huffed in my head, amusement dripping through the bond. “At least now we know where she gets the attitude.”
I stretched, muscles cracking, shaking off the dew clinging to my fur. Daw
