Vicker stared as Mae ran out of the basement. He sighed, and straightened his clothes. He stood in the room for a few minutes looking around. The scent of their lovemaking lingered in the air, and he couldn’t stand it, because he wanted more than s*x with her. He flashed back to the house, where nothing reminded him of her. He dropped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He tried not to think about what happened, but he couldn’t help himself. She had felt so good in his arms. Vicker wished she could have stayed there a little longer.
How was he going to win her over to his side? He asked himself. He could always kill the damn wolf. But he knew if he did that she would hate him forever. Vicker sighed.
The door to his room opened, and Cassia walked in. He walked to the bed and sat
