In the early morning light, Tim stirred, his head pounding with the telltale signs of a hangover. The previous night's events began to seep into his consciousness like a slow-moving tsunami. He winced, his body tensing as the memories came flooding back: the anger, the jealousy, ignoring Dana, flirting with that warrior she-wolf, and even kissing her. Horror settled in his chest as he realized the full extent of his actions.
He glanced down at Dana, sleeping peacefully in his arms, her face serene and innocent. A pang of guilt twisted in his gut. Despite his anger, he was not the type to cheat, especially not after marking her. The bond between them made the betrayal all the more painful, and he knew she must have felt it all. The thought of her feeling that betrayal through the bond made
