One of the days, Rowan called for a meeting with me and Marcus, his Beta. I arrived early, determined to stake my claim on the seat closest to Rowan. But as I entered Rowan’s office, the scent of lavender and something darker – I couldn’t tell what it was, assaulted my senses.
“Amara,” Rowan started saying with a big smile on his face as he rose to his feet, at the exact moment I walked in. “I’m glad you could join us".
My steps faltered. The witch perched on the edge of Rowan’s desk, leaning in far too close. At my entrance, she straightened, a picture of innocence.
“Luna,” she murmured with a slight bow of her head. “I hope you don’t mind my presence. Alpha Blackthorn thought I might offer some… unique insights".
My wolf snarled beneath my skin. ‘She doesn’t belong here!’
I remembered this scene all too well. In my previous life, I had walked into this and had insisted that she leave or I do. Rowan told me plainly that she wasn’t going anywhere and in a fit, I stormed out of his office boiling with anger.