Dorian’s POV

The night howled against the glass walls of the house carrying the faint scent of rain

A glass of whiskey in my hand as I sat in silence watching the last of the funeral fire burn low in the courtyard. The pack had long disappeared into their homes. She was probably the reason I couldn't find some sleep

Five years

Five fucking years!!! How does she even think she can just walk back in here, drop polite smiles, leave my questions unanswered and just disappear again without ...