ANMELDENEllie’s POVThe assassin was here.And the world tilted around me as my heart slammed too wildly against my ribs for my head to keep up.He was here. He was back. It was all happening again, just with slightly different details this time, and now…The last thing I saw before everything went dark was
“Thank you,” I finally managed. That was all.Dominic’s mother squeezed my hand once, then let go. “Speak of the devil,” she whispered, nodding her head toward a space a little ways down the field.Dominic was standing about thirty feet away, talking to one of the pack elders. He had his hands in hi
Ellie’s POVDominic’s mother was the last person I expected to step in. I especially didn’t expect her to stand up for me like this, out of nowhere, with absolutely no prompting whatsoever.I was pretty certain the woman hated my guts.Or so I had always assumed.Before Dominic and I were engaged, s
Ellie’s POVThe guests flooded in more quickly than I expected. At first, there was just a trickle, but then the line of cars along the roadway grew longer and longer, and the packs started coming out in droves, all clamoring to get a look.I was standing in front of the row of hay bales now, on my
Ellie’s POVI was already moving. Dominic called after me, but I didn’t stop to hear what he had said. The pull was too strong to ignore, like an itch that desperately needed to be scratched.A moment later, I reached the treeline. It was cooler here, shaded and quiet, the sounds of the festival set
Ellie’s POVFor a moment, I just laid there in Dominic’s arms, staring up at him, too startled to speak. He was looking down at me with an expression that seemed caught somewhere between surprised, annoyed, and amused.Either way, he didn’t put me down right away. His fingers splayed wide across my
Dominic POV There are six cakes on the table. Six. Three tiers each. Decorative piping. Edible gold leaf. One of them has hand-painted sugar roses that probably required a degree in architecture. My mother looks pleased. The pastry chef looks terrified. Ellie looks like she would rather
Ellie POV I wake up in a bed that is more from a dream then reality. Before opening my eyes I already know it’s all wrong—The sheets too soft. The room is too large. Even the air smells expensive, like polished wood and something faintly floral that probably costs more than my entire monthly gr
Ellie POV Sarah arrives thirty minutes later. I love her, but to say she wouldn’t shut up is an understatement. She takes one look at me sitting in a dining room meant for royalty and bursts out laughing. “Okay. No. Pause. What is happening? Why are you dressed like a bridal P*******t board
Dominic POVI come home from practice sore in places I didn’t know could still ache.My shoulders are tight, knuckles scraped, lungs burning like I didn’t quite finish breathing before I left the training ring. Usually that kind of exhaustion helps. Usually it quiets things.Tonight, it doesn’t tou







