Bennett.
That name.
I knew that name.
Didn’t I?
Of course I did.
It was lost somewhere in the fog, out in the fringes, but I knew it.
Barely spoken aloud anymore.
They had betrayed the wolves.
They were the enemy.
And if they thought I was going to stand by and let them take my Alpha from me, then they were mistaken.
I would do anything to protect her.
Anything.
I didn’t dream of wolves.
Instead, there was a shadow above my bed.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t scream.
It leaned over me and whispered in my ear.
It said—
I opened my eyes.
The sky was gray through the window.
I blinked as I yawned, jaw cracking.
I heard Ezra moving downstairs in the kitchen. I could smell the terrible coffee he always made. I grinned to myself.
I pushed myself up out of bed, scratching my bare stomach as I popped my back.
I felt… good.
My head was clear.
I looked around for the jeans I’d been wearing the day before. They were folded on top of my dresser.
I frowned. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember taking them off and putting them there.
I shook my head. It was nothing. Yesterday was… well. It was what it was. And even if I only had a vague recollection, it was fine. Michelle was happy. Ezra was happy. I’d done a good job. They cared about me, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.
I grabbed the jeans and sniffed them. They smelled all right. There was the scent of a foreign wolf on them, and… hay? When the fuck had I been around hay?
Whatever.