Evelyn
I wake up to a flood of love and reassurance pouring through my connection with Alexander. There’s a fierceness and confidence that wasn’t there before.
He’s coming for me. I just know it.
“Well, well, well.”
I startle at the unfamiliar voice, twisting my head toward the tent entrance to see who it is.
A werewolf I don’t know stands just inside the tent, scrutinizing me. He’s objectively handsome; the only difference between him and Lucas or Alexander would be personal preference.
But there’s a smarmy edge to his voice, an entitlement to the way he surveys my broken body.
“A traitor in our midst,” he says.
I don’t know if I should ask questions or remain silent. I’m not in a position to physically defend myself right now if it comes to that.
“Shame my good work was interrup
