Auren POV

I shot her a sharp glare, but Lysandra didn’t flinch. She held her ground, her voice steady as she went on.

“I know she’s your second-chance mate, but there’s probably a reason she wasn’t your first. From what I’ve seen, the two of you couldn’t be more different. You don’t look happy, Auren. You don’t even seem comfortable around her.”

Her words should have angered me more than they did. My wolf was growling beneath my skin, furious at the way she spoke about ...