WILLA
The room went quiet.
Not the comfortable kind. The kind that presses in on your ears.
I looked from Lance to Eric, then to Kol.
Lance had been the first to step toward me. Eric hadn't moved.
Kol looked like he was one breath away from swinging.
And me?
I was still trying to think through the fog that had rolled in all at once. My lips were still burning from Eric's kiss.
"Three mates…? No, that's an abomination!"
"This needs to be reported to the council!"
"On Selene's name, this is the strangest thing I've heard today!"
Their voices blurred together, spinning in my head. My thoughts couldn't keep up.
The haze from the hookah had cleared, but this… this felt worse.
Because this was real.
It had to be impossible. Even if I was new to this world, I knew enough.
Werewolves had one mate. Just one. Every story, every piece of lore said the same thing.
And yet…Three? For me?
When I still didn't even understand why I was here?
