***Istoviir’s POV***
What have I done? I allowed that treacherous w***e to come between me and my beautiful Wolf, and I didn’t even mean to. She had every right to be angry with me, and what should have been a beautiful celebration where I asked her to marry me under the dark moon, instead I am spending it alone, and drunk in my room. I had hoped she would come back, and celebrate with me, but she didn’t, and I just became more angry with myself and depressed. I was more than angry with myself, and I was feeling hopeless at the thought of losing her.
Williona was a nasty scab, and I hated her, but a drug she had given me over fifty years ago made me loyal to her if I smelled her perfume. I had only escaped her last time because of Dak. Orlytlar was one of my cities; she had agreed to st
