Ferrara
The lies had slipped so easily out of her mouth, but while Marsh invited Finn to stay for dinner, Violetta started to shake. I knew what she was thinking. My wolves hadn't made it back.
Interesting that she would worry for them so.
I knew that my wolves were fine. I would feel if they were dead. Finn had lied. I couldn't tell Violetta that. I also didn't know why.
We spent the next two hours as guests while Marsh happily relayed stories of little Violetta that set my teeth on edge and tested me in every way possible.
Violetta, meanwhile, never blinked an eye.
Afterward, I quickly shut down Marsh's suggestion that we sleep in the cabin. When he mentioned we could all shift and sleep together, I felt the first sign of Violetta's fear and panic.
"Violetta's wolf does not come o
