The guilt Linus felt clung to his chest like a weighted chain, even as the warmth of Wisteria’s body pressed against his own. They lay together on the blanket behind the falls, the thundering rush of water creating a symphony of mist and mystery. Wisteria’s face glowed with the serenity of a woman who had given and received affection in equal measure, and her blue eyes sparkled like gemstones. Linus gently ran his fingers through her raven-dark hair, feeling the delicate curl and the silkiness of each strand.
Her smile, so radiant and full of life, made his heart tighten with equal parts joy and dread. He felt Banon, his wolf, prowling uneasily inside him, disturbed not by the woman in his arms but by the lingering thoughts of the copper wolf, Willow. The way she had suddenly vanished, th
