Wendy's POV

Henry had lost control. He stood before me like a wild beast, every muscle tense and coiled, his teeth grinding together with an ominous sound. His eyes burned with cruelty, as if he wanted nothing more than to tear me apart.

“Wendy,” Cassie warned sharply in my mind, her voice a low growl, “last night you called Aidan by his nickname. No man would accept the mate he’s with saying another man’s name, especially not Henry. His ...