Summer POV

Marcella and the girls were back. I didn’t want to play happy family. I ran to my infested basement and locked the door. I needed a cold shower, but when I came out dripping wet, the ache hadn’t gone. An ache there because of someone I shouldn’t give a damn about.

“Ugh,” I slapped my face.

How could he mark me? He practically told the shifter world that I was his, which I wasn’t. He must have marked me when he stuck his claws into my hand. In the shifter world, wolves ...