Paul came home every night to sleep beside me, even when I was already dead to the world. Sometimes before I fell asleep, I would stare at him, asking him silent questions about the Alliance and the Wolfpack—his Wolf army. He thought my stare was more accusation about She-bitch, but it wasn't. I couldn't do more than give him a constipated look as I tried to find a way to speak to him about his plans.

It didn't help matters that I wasn't allowed around the Werewolves until ...