I had meant to speak to my grandfather about the skulking rogue first thing in the morning.
But by the time morning came, I had achieved very little beyond pretending to function. I spent half the night lying awake, replaying the encounter over and over.
My mate.
The words had gone round and round in my head until they no longer felt like words at all, but something lodged beneath my ribs.
Bloody tether.
The worst part had been the anger. That hot, vicious rage under my skin as I looked at the rogue who had been watching Grey without her even knowing it. An attack was one thing, but hiding in the trees and watching her from a distance had made my skin crawl. It was a violation of the safety she should have had on these grounds, and I had wanted to make it clear that he had crossed a m
