I waited seven years for Trevor and watched him postpone our Mate Ceremony ten times. But before the eleventh, I finally learned how little those seven years meant to him.
Just to please Paige, Trevor changed the name on our Mate Ceremony parchment and replaced his own with that of his injured uncle, Vincent—a former war commander who had spent years in a heavy wooden wheeled chair after severe wolfsbane poisoning.
Trevor was certain I would panic and beg him to change it back.
I didn't.
Three days later, I stood beside Vincent in my ceremonial gown.
Only when Trevor returned from the hunt and stormed into the ceremony did he realize I wasn't trying to punish him.
I was truly done with him.
But even I wasn't prepared for what happened next.
The moment I came close to Vincent, my wolf awakened for the first time in years.
The man everyone thought was broken was actually my Fated Mate.
