GRAYSON

I was going crazy with lust.

Nearly a month had passed since arriving back at Zaweth with Belle. Everything had been going so well.

For a little while, that is.

My pack had accepted her with open arms, just like I knew they would, expressing their deep regret for how they treated her without hesitation.

Belle had been wary of them at first, nervous around the werewolves who had mistreated her for so long, but eventually, she started to get along with them and even fit in.

She made friends with everyone she met, remembering names and faces better than even I could. She cared about them and took...