Violet took the same route back to the shack, only to stop short when she saw a silhouette waiting there.
Her heart skipped a beat and she panicked internally.
Whoever it was could probably scent Roman on her. And then what? Questions would probably arise why she'd left her mate, alone, to seek out another male deep in the woods. Suspicions would snowball and rumors would spread. Whatever chaos comes afterwards, Violet wasn't even sure she could contain it.
She had always told herself she didn't care what the public thought but that was easier said than done.
Sure, she might be able to rope her men back in with the help of the prophecy, but not their parents. Someone like Zara already hated her ass. And Henry? Who knows what he'd do to drive Asher away from her?
How was she supposed to balance all this? How could she fight for her men without destroying lives in the process?
