A rage she had never allowed herself to feel before.
Not the perfect, sheltered, cared for princess. Not toward her shining, perfect, Noble Alpha.
“And… your men… they… they tried to kill me…” she continued hoarsely, her mind flashing back to the arrow, and to the conversations she had been having with Castian, when she wished for nothing more than the blade that very shifter had placed in her hand.
Her heart called out to the man before her, willing him to transform back into the wolf she knew. The shifter she loved.
But her mind repelled that same man, willing him to…what?
Her left arm, still healing from her first-ever fight, was tingling. Her sister, Ari, was stirring. Quiet, hidden, but stirring.
Her thoughts raced.
I loved this man...No, I still do! I love him! But…I don’t
