BERNICE CAN SEE glimpses of who conspired to plot the hidden camera in Fierro’s room. As Fierro laid her down to his comfortable soft bed to rest, Verna’s heart pounded, her chest tightened. Anxiety swirling upon her. Extreme sorrow shredded inside her as she imagined how another woman was pleasuring Fierro. It felt like a knife stabbed her heart. She shouldn’t be drowning in grief, but she can’t control her feelings. Disappointment to her mate is what Verna felt.
Bernice's tired eyes are half-closed while scanning the room for evidence of treason. She can smell remnants of the last wolf who entered Era’s bedroom. Her vision is blurry, but her mind sees it clearly.
“Millicentus,” Bernice mumbled.
“Did you say something? I heard Milli. What about Milli?”
“She’s been here many times, E
