Walking back to their room, Zenya fought against her feelings of rage. She crawled onto their bed and breathed in Nicolas's scent.

He'd left her after she saved him, cared for him, and mated with him.

One lone tear traveled down her cheek and landed on the soft comforter. She scrambled beneath the sheets and let the rest of her tears flow while holding tightly to his pillow. She was not a strong she-cat. For years, she hid and shook in fright at the approach of any cat ...