Alone in the wolf's den

As Ethan drove, he kept throwing worried glances at Sophia. She had not passed out since they left Blackstorm, but her injuries worried him. She had been tied to a silver cross–they wouldn’t heal as quickly as they should.

“Are you okay?” he asked as she passed a hand over her face to get rid of tears. She had been reluctant to leave Eleanor, despite the accusations against her. This was the best thing for her right now, but she was still upset about having to leave her friend behind.

She grabbed a bunch of tissues from the box on the dashboard and blew her nose. After that, she sucked in a deep breath and straightened in her seat, staring blankly out of the windshield.

Ethan wished he knew how to comfort her. He hated seeing her so hurt and so upset.

Before, his head had been wrapped up in his feelings for Eleanor. But when Henry’s affection for her became apparent, he quietly let go of that fantasy. His Alpha had been searching for Eleanor for years, and Ethan knew nothing could sta