Nolan POV
Rumors had a way of slithering through the halls of Silver Fang like smoke.
No matter how tightly I tried to keep control, whispers always found cracks to slip through.
I’d learned to live with them over the years. The talk of my temper, of my failures, of my wife had always been part of the packhouse.
I could remember the whispers when Ellie and I had first gotten married. They were scandalized that I’d brought home a rogue, fated mate or not. Ellie hadn’t cared. She’d been confident, outspoken, and determined.
I could lie and tell myself that’s why I did nothing to stop the gossip. The truth was, I was still trying desperately to keep myself from feeling anything for her.
Felicity was in my ear constantly back then. I let her fill my head with all kinds of ideas about
