NARRATOR

"Right now you’re going to tell me what happened, Abigail." Anastasia was standing in front of her daughter, who’d run to the little house she shared with Hannah.

In the swamp pack, the houses were built on the thick, massive trunks of the trees.

That way they wouldn’t get swept away when the waters rose during stormy times.

"The problem is that Prince Fenrir… thought I was his mate…"

Hannah rushed to her rescue and told Anastasia what had gone down.

Obviously, she left out the intimate parts with her man.

"That bastard!" Anastasia roared, flames prickling over her skin.

"But he helped me too, Mom; my fire wolf… is under control," Abigail murmured, still with her head down.

"Yeah… that’s true." Now that she was looking her over closely, Anastasia noticed the sea of fire inside Abigail had calmed.

Not completely, though—not without her male’s mark, and her wolf kept seeking him.

"He can help you, however…" Anastasia sighed.

She didn’t like one bit that p