Sloane
Uncle Roman is right. Most wolves, even Alphas can’t keep up with me in warrior training for two hours straight. But Benedict did. I don’t care how many bruises he has on his body, he didn’t quit. And that says a lot about the man he is, and why he isn’t willing to give up on me. Benedict Winslow isn’t a quitter, about anything.
After sending him into my shower with my honey, milk, and vanilla scented body wash, not the floral I teased him with, I ran into my Aunt Samara.
“Come talk to me,” she says, looping her arm through mine and not giving me an opportunity to say no.
She leads me to her room, closing the door and leading me to a couch. When we sit, she turns and faces me.
“Sweetheart, I want to start by saying that I have always loved you like a daughter. I know that we ar
