I had begun to settle into my new pack little by little. Although the memory of Micah still lingered in my heart as he plagued my waking thoughts.
He still lay somewhere, cold in his grave, and it was even crazy that I had no idea where he was laid to rest.
I was his mate after all, and I deserved to even lay flowers at his tomb site, offer prayers, and probably beg for forgiveness, but it was nearly impossible now.
Each day, the guilt loosened its grip a little. My chest felt lighter, my steps steadier. It was easy to say the changes were because of Lucan, but he was too much of an asshole to take such credit.
Nothing really had changed between us, except blessing me with new expressions and, of course, the change of underwear.
He was a menace. Every day he added another layer to his
