Juliana made it back to her dormitory room before the tears started, locking the door behind her and sliding down against the solid wood as the full weight of her impossible situation crashed over her. Her wolf was inconsolable, whimpering and clawing at her ribs in desperate attempts to return to their mate, while her rational mind reeled with the implications of what had just happened.

She was in love with a Montague.

Not attracted to, not interested in—actually, genuinely, ...