When their guest retired to her chamber for the night, Esme retreated to her own room, her head pounding with an ache that pulsed at her temple. She sank onto the edge of her bed, and her thoughts swirled with a storm of disbelief and frustration.
Could it truly be possible that Donovan—her Donovan— was the reason she lacked a wolf? The very notion felt so absurd. Surely, her Aunt had misunderstood something, or worse, been manipulated by her relatives to intervene in her life. It wouldn't be the first time they'd concocted some scheme to upend her life just as it began to settle.
Since her Aunt's home was untouched and secure, perhaps it would be best to suggest she returns there. Right now, the last thing she wants is to be dragged into yet another mess, especially when her relationship with Donovan seems to be improving with each passing day.