Maybe it was because of my bad first impression of Vito, but the moment I heard the name Blackwell again, my guard went up.
In our world, names carry weight. Bloodlines matter. Packs remember history even when people pretend to forget. So even though Yael looked friendly and open, my instincts refused to relax. I had seen too many sweet smiles hide sharp teeth.
The most dangerous enemies are the ones who look harmless.
When Yael set me down in the infirmary, a strange warmth spread low in my body. At first, I thought it was leftover pain from earlier. Then I felt it more clearly.
Oh.
My cycle.
Lewis had been planning to bring in a holistic healer from the northern pack to check on my health. My body had been unstable since the ritual that almost tore my spirit from me. But before any examination could happen, my cycle started on its own.
And it was worse than usual.
