Olivia's POV
They arrived home, and the look on their faces told me something wasn't right. My wolf could feel it; despite Lennox and I no longer being mates, I could somehow feel him. I just can't explain it—that feeling was just there.
They looked exhausted, like they had a long meeting, but I knew it wasn't just about the meeting. Something was really wrong. I stared at Lennox. He looked different. It had only been a few hours, but the man who had kissed me so fiercely this morning seemed to be receding behind a mask of cold marble. His skin was the color of winter ash, and his eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, looked distant.
They sat on the couches in the living room, a synchronized collapse of three powerful men who suddenly looked very small.
