MARTHA POV
When I told Caelin to meet me at eight p.m. sharp, I had a plan.
Not just a plan.
The plan.
A brilliant, strategic, emotionally mature plan that would allow me to handle the entire werewolf-Fluffy-mate-bond catastrophe with dignity, precision, and possibly a controlled amount of psychological warfare.
Unfortunately, my insides were currently at war.
Part of me was still furious about the lying. The deception. The stalking, because let’s be honest, that was what it was. He could dress it up with mate bonds and danger and wolf instincts and his ridiculous green eyes all he wanted, but the man had been sleeping at the foot of my bed under false pretenses while I called him Fluffy and told him private things.
That was not romantic.
That was criminal.
Possibly.
I hadn’t che
