*Raphael*
“Where is she?” A loud voice rings through the entry hall.
“My Alpha,” I begin, trying to calm the man who has burst into the foyer shortly after the clock chimes midnight. One of my men who is on watch outside has halted him until I could be found. Fortunately, I had yet to retire, but instead had been enjoying whiskey in the library.
“Where is she?” the Alpha of Wind hill, Mary’s father, bellowed. “Mary!”
I walk over. “Easy, my Alpha.”
Winslow glares at me. “Do you know what you have done to her? You and your damned brother? You have ruined her. Ruined her future.”
“He had nothing to do with it,” a soft voice calls down.
I glance up the stairs to see Mary standing on the landing. When I look back at her father, the man’s face is so ruddy with anger that I fear he might h
