Chapter 67

Blossom POV 

Dean spoke passionately about not blaming Diana for running from an arranged marriage, especially one that had nothing to do with her well-being and everything to do with her uncle's selfish desires, orchestrated by his obsessive father. As I began to recount what happened that day, Dean gently stopped me, urging me not to speak any further of it.

He warned me that each word could be incriminating, and although he bore neither my sister nor me any malice for our actions, there were those who would—and they might even target us. Insistent, Dean advised me to remain silent about the details.

"As long as you're with me, you have nothing to fear," he assured, and I believed him wholeheartedly. I remembered vividly the time he turned a werewolf into nothing more than a heap of disarrayed tissue, on the day Liza attempted to have me killed. Dean was a force unparalleled, like a living deity. It was clear why he held the position of Alpha—his authorit