Olivia Anderson
The sun had just dipped behind the western ridge when Benjamin found me in the herb garden.
I was kneeling between rows of lavender, fingers buried in cool soil, pulling weeds that didn’t need pulling. Anything to keep my hands busy. Anything to keep my mind from drifting back to the cage, the mist, the way my wolf had roared awake and then gone strangely quiet again.
His boots crunched on the gravel path. I didn’t look up right away.
“Olivia.” His voice was low, careful.....like he was afraid one wrong word would shatter something fragile between us.
I brushed dirt from my palms and stood. “Alpha.”
He winced at the title. Just a flicker, but I caught it.
“I’m taking you out tonight,” he said. No preamble. No room for argument. “No pack business or council. Ju
