This is NOT my mate.

Thank goddess the corridor's empty. I run back to our room.

My wolf and I are both furious and confused. Brian's never treated me like this - well, except twice before, when Lucy was around. After she left, he went back to his loving self.

"His scent is all wrong," my wolf says.

"What do you mean?" I ask, sitting on the bed.

"It's like when pup was under that potion's influence - that's what I'm picking up, ...