Twenty-Seven: Greyson

The grass folded beneath my paws, bending silently under my weight as I paced back and forth in front of the pond. I kept waiting for Sloane's head to pop up between the bushes even though the sun was still high in the sky.

I had been here so long that I had already jumped into the pond multiple times to cool down.

My damp fur had reached the stage where it was just barely wet enough that it was now uncomfortable, and I shook my body to encourage it to dry faster.

I had never felt so antsy before, especially over a woman. Then again, this wasn't just any woman. Sloane was my woman, whether she knew it or not.

I had been dreaming about her for years, and now that I had her, I refused to let go.

Yet, I was trapped here in rogue territory, and she was back in her castle, being wooed by the suitors trying to take her from me.

My nostrils flared as I took a deep breath, hoping to catch Ethan's scent. When she had shown up at my house and told me that her injuries were because of him,