Alexander POV
Last night, out of some strange impulse, I had asked Ella about Liam’s pack—Nightshade.
They were one of Ashclaw’s largest rivals, and one of the suspected packs in my parents’ death.
But Ella had already fallen asleep by the time I asked if Liam came here with the intention of making her his Luna, which was probably for the best. The question had been impulsive, and if Ella was in cahoots with Liam, I couldn’t risk them finding out about my suspicions.
I hadn’t been able to sleep well after that, though. The closeness of our bodies, the scent of her filling the room—she smelled like cherry blossoms and vanilla—was just too much.
And to make matters worse, I had woken up with her in my arms, her slender body pressed firmly against mine, her hair brushing my c
