He had claimed her that night. Arthur walked to the window and gripped the ledge so tight it broke. His mind was in a whirlwind.

His wolf marked her. That stupid creature marked her that night. And he didn't know till now.

"F**k! Shit! Hell of a disaster!" He cursed and muttered more profanities that made her wince.

How did this happen? It couldn't be true. He didn't remember. But why did the mark call to him? Why did notice her lavender fragrance?

What had he f**king done?

Myra glanced at ...