Chapter 17.1

Part of me wanted to ask about the arrangement, but now wasn’t the time. Besides, I still couldn’t understand how Griff had transformed from a battered and abused young wolf to a creature who could prey upon his own mate.

He rose from his seat and gestured toward the door, prompting me to also get up. With his hand on the small of my back, we walked through the busy restaurant. Eyes followed us as we passed, and a few people raised their hands to offer Griff a wave. He nodded back, acknowledging their greetings, as though he was Fenrir himself.

The old me would have felt proud to walk at the side of a handsome and powerful wolf. My chest would have swelled, my shoulders would have pulled all the way back, and I would have raised my chin. Now, all notions of status had abandoned me, replaced by the questions squirming through my mind.

As we stepped out into the busy village square, I asked. “Did you ever find your father?”

Griff fell silent for several heartbeats as we crosse