Relief flooded through me. “Thank you,” I whispered, reaching for him.
But as I tried to deepen our kiss, Rowan pulled away. “I’m tired,” he murmured. “Goodnight, Freya".
That was strange, Rowan would never turn down an intimate time between us.
The next morning, I woke to find Rowan already gone. When I finally tracked him down, my footsteps faltered when I saw him in a deep conversation with Amara in his study.
“Ah, Freya,” he said as he spotted me hovering at the door. “I was just about to send for you. There’s been a change of plans".
My heart sank. “What do you mean?”
“Amara’s staying,” Rowan announced.
First, why would he make a private discussion public and right in front of the same person we had talked about? It was so unlike Rowan.
“I’ve decided to make her an advisor to the pack. She would also join the pack doctors to…"
“What?” I exclaimed. “Rowan, we discussed this. You agreed -”
“I’ve reconsidered,” he said firmly. “Amara has knowledge that could be invaluable to us. Her skills as a witch could give us an edge over rival packs".
My gaze darted to Amara, who wore an expression of humbling gratitude. But beneath it, I caught a flash of triumph.