Nightmares

"He's mine," Violet growled in her sleep.

After spending weeks in medical recovering from her injuries, she was allowed to be on house arrest at home. It was the home where her mother Cressida lived, the home where she grew up, and she was back in her own bed tossing and turning under the covers as the images of two separate males played in her dreams.

Every time she closed her eyes, he was there. The monster who had marked her. He was in the forest after she had been assaulted—towering over her, taking that precious part of her with the vicious puncture of his teeth. Mates were supposed to protect, to keep their partners safe. Instead, he had ripped that sacred part away and taken something even more precious, even more vital—her wolf. Her wolf was gone.