It was almost Christmas. Deucalion couldn't believe it. Four months Allison had been his wife and mate. And they'd both done so much changing over the months. Allison had become so much more possessive over him, especially around Veronica. She had demanded that every time he and Veronica met, she was with him. And he loved it. Every single time, Allison was all over him as if she were guarding her territory.
On the battle front, Veronica had made some progress with other covens. They'd agreed to send out scouts to look over the land and wall. And Deucalion was working on his own allies. They were much harder to deal with. It also didn't help that the word "allies" was used loosely. There had been no more signs of Nivan or other wolves that didn't belong. The patrols had found nothing. And
