Benedict
Why couldn’t my mother just listen and leave it alone? Why couldn’t she just stop? Why did she force my hand? I don’t know the answers to those questions, but I will tomorrow.
“Less than eight f*****g hours,” I murmur against Sloane’s neck. Marrok was ready to tear Jennete, my mother’s wolf, to shreds for her insubordination and insolence. Of course, he was already out for blood because Elena threw herself into my arms, trying to make it look like there was something going on between us. If Sloane hadn’t punched her, Marrok would have thrown her across the room. Thankfully, my wolf likes watching our mate show her strength as much as I do.
I breathe in Sloane’s honey scent, letting it wash over me and calm me and Marrok.
Sloane begins running her fingers through my hair and ev
