Heartsong (Green Creek 3)

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.