Vivian

Slam!

I winced as the cottage shook. Finn’s footsteps faded across the porch and through the garden.

My wolf whined mournfully and my heart sank. I knew it would be hard to tell Finn the truth.

With a sigh, I went to the kitchen and cleaned up the dinner Marian put together for the two of them. Any other night I might be happy that Finn knew me well enough to see through Marian’s disguise.

I scraped the plates into the garbage and washed the ...