I’d barely changed into the ridiculous satin nightgown Sugar had shoved into my arms when the knock came. No, not a knock. More like a bang. My door rattled in its frame.

“Margaux.” His voice was a low growl, threaded with his wolf.

Oh great. Here we go.

Before I could even yell come in, the door opened, and there he was—Gregor, storming in like a thundercloud in gray sweatpants, barefoot, eyes glowing faint gold. His wolf wasn’t just close to the surface; it was pacing the damn ...