Morgan's POV

It had been a week since the attack on the packhouse, and we were still struggling a bit with the impact it had had on us.

For someone who carried Alpha blood, her recovery was oddly slow. Still, she’d used the time to do what she did best, draw attention, soak in sympathy, and make herself the centerpiece of attention.

Each time I tried to talk to her about us, about my mate, it always ended the same way. Her turning the tables, and me feeling like the villain.

But not this ...