Chapter 9

Evelyn POV

“And not the fact that you haven’t truly gotten over Reuben.” Noah catches me off guard with his suggestion. I can’t stop my own hands from tightly fisting into balls upon my upper thighs. My anger trying to take control of me, control of my wolf.

“Gotten over Reuben?” I sneer at the very idea. It was a good thing my hands were fisted on my lap because they wanted to pull at my hair for the flashback that just entered my mind. The shiny silver sword that had been left behind, left stabbed in my mother’s chest. The memory of my father’s severed head makes a wave of nausea bubble within my stomach and I have to work on my breathing to keep it down.