REED POV:
My emotions are like stormy clouds right now—dark, violent, and ready to break at any moment.
First off, I held the damn leech in my sleep. Held. Him.
What the actual hell?
I don't even know how that happened. One minute, I was wrapped around my mate, breathing in her scent like a dying man gasping for air, and the next thing I know, I wake up and the bloodsucker is the one tangled in my arms.
Of all the damn creatures in the supernatural universe, it had to be him. My mortal, undead annoyance. I still haven't forgiven myself for that. My wolf hasn't either.
The horror on his face mirrored mine, which only made it worse. We both looked like we'd seen death itself. And maybe we had—because that moment killed a part of my pride.
Then she kicked us out of her bed in future.
