{Wyatt’s P.O.V.}
I was sitting in my office going over the files that Lazarus sent me. I couldn’t stop looking at Rylee, or should I say, Megan. I had her, I had her in my arms, and I didn’t even know it. Whatever cloaking spell was being used was also masking her scent and her mark, which is why Blade didn’t recognize her either. I honestly wondered if Rylee would forgive me once it was time to bring her home. It was strange, looking at Rylee’s alias made me realize that it didn’t matter what skin she was in, she would always be beautiful. Megan was beautiful, and I thought about that the moment I saw her not even knowing she was Rylee at the time. I slightly chuckled to myself realizing she named her alias after her mom. I kept staring at her photo when my thoughts w
