Violet’s POV
There were snippets.
Freezing water running down my body. My mother’s face shattering in front of me. A werewolf attacking me in my own home.
No, not attacking me. Saving me. I think.
I screamed in confusion, in terror, as icy water pelted against my skin, weighing down my clothes.
“It’s over, Violet. I’m here. You’re safe.”
The voice was familiar, the scent familiar as strong arms wrapped around me. I blinked into a face I knew I should recognize as my broken memories gave way to my surroundings.
I was in a shower. My shower.
Come back to me, alari. I love you.
The same voice whispered gently into my mind, and I knew.
Theodore.
My husband, my king, my mate.
He squeezed my arms, gently shaking me, urging me to return to him. I carefully gripped his arms in
