My hand flies to the wolf pendant at my neck, rubbing against the cold stone until it warms beneath my touch. Ethan wouldn’t have sent this jewelry, not like this. He would have given it to me instead of trying to hide his identity, even if it was meant to be a surprise.
Turning, I peer into Ethan’s closed office. He’s on the phone, pacing behind his desk while yelling and motioning with his arms. I can’t make out everything he says, but I do catch three words: mate, marriage, and alliance.
From that, it’s easy to realize who he’s yelling at. His father.
Last night with Ethan and Zev was amazing but seeing him so worked up and angered brings me crashing back to reality. This closeness between us won’t last much longer, and as I think about it, I feel like a broken record. They’ll for
