James
“No…” I process what Arthur just said, everything that I saw… I search my mind. I am suddenly flooded with memories - or the lack of them - from that night.
Whatever they put in my glass it worked. And it must have been a lot, and super strong, considering how powerful my wolf is. Very few things can touch him. I repeat the events I remember from that night in my mind.
We spoke, I drank, I talked to some men from the clan, and then the dizziness came.
I remember the dark room and the confused voice of the woman who came in.
She was most likely as drunk as I was, and her mind was as hazy as mine. But I also remember her skin, her touch.
This was my wife, Emma. This whole time it was her.
Arthur is looking at me, and it’s written in his eyes - there is no doubt. The woman
