Arthur
I don’t know how many days have passed. Two? Three? Five? All I know is that my mind is a blur, that I’ve lost all control. My wolf took over that night when Veronica beckoned to me, and I haven’t come out of that haze since.
Veronica is all I am. Her scent. Her touch. Her voice.
“Mate. Mate. Mate.”
The word pulses through me in tandem with my own heartbeat, drowning out everything else. Rational thought. Responsibilities. Promises.
“Iris.”
Her name flickers occasionally through the fog in my brain, but it’s quickly smothered by my wolf’s insistence that Veronica is my true mate, my only mate. Iris is a fake, a false mate, a liar.
“No… She would never…”
“She would. She has. She pretended to be our mate, tried to keep us from our true love.”
“Arthu
