Page 120 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

Their children would always be born wolves, regardless of gender.

There was more, too, but most of the facts were interspersed with so many stories that it was hard to pry the actual information out.

Shortly before I fell asleep, I found a story about a female werewolf that made me put a bookmark in and curl up.

I’d need to read it again to process it. At least once. Maybe more.

It wasnoon when I woke up, as usual. I heard Olive in the kitchen, talking to Sydney, and I smelled pancakes.

Yum.

After a trip to the bathroom, I carried my book out to the barstools and plopped down in one of them. My eyes were bleary, and my book was already open.

“Did you forget to sleep?” Syd checked. Her voice was playful, but also a little concerned.

“Kinda. I needed to find proof for Clay more than sleep.” I rubbed my eyes.

“What’s the proof?” Olive asked.

“It’s only sort of proof, and it’s a long story.” I gestured toward the book. “There was a born female werewolf whose wolf was like mine. Quiet. Small. Scared. The pack called her their Omega. Opposite of the Alpha, I guess.”

Both women blinked at me.

“I know it sounds insane. She didn’t actually have any power, but she was the Alpha’s daughter, and everyone adored her. One of his rivals snuck in to steal her away, but when he met her, hiswolf was so protective of the Omega that he joined her father’s pack and mated with her.”

“And if your wolf is like hers…” Olive trailed off.

“It doesn’t mean Clay can’t hurt me, but wolves can’t hurt their mates. He just doesn’t really believe that. I think I’m going to have to talk to his brothers.” I raked a hand through the top of my hair, dragging the tangled strands out of my eyes and away from my face.

“Those bastards are terrifying,” Olive remarked. “Glad it’s you, not me.”

I didn’t blame her.

I didn’t want it to be me either.

After breakfast,I texted Hunter to ask him if I could meet with him and Enzo to have a conversation about Clay. He told me they could do it at 8 PM, which seemed late, but I’d take what I could get.

There was something else I needed to do first, anyway.

A delivery of Olive’s new things was coming, so I dropped her and Sydney off at her new house. Syd had offered to help, and Oli seemed excited.

I turned my music up as I drove into Crimson River and to the studio that had basically been my home for so long.

The receptionist, Kianna, smiled and nodded when she saw me. I did the same, though mine didn’t reach my eyes.

I went up the stairs and into Silas’s workspace for the hundredth time. He was sitting in a chair, sprawled out, with his digital drawing pad resting on his knee.

He’d known I was coming, and cancelled his other appointments.

I guess that was one perk of being who and what I was.

I sat down on the edge of the tattoo table, peering over the stencil he’d made for me. I had sent him a picture of my throat a few weeks earlier, along with a sketch of exactly what I wanted so he’d had time to look it over.

Clay hadn’t been warned that it was about to happen, but he had seen the sketch while I worked on it. And I would’ve brought him with me if he was there.

“Is one of the Savage brothers going to break my door down and try to kill me after this?” Silas drawled, after I approved the copy of my work.

“No. But you’re dying to receive another one of Enzo’s gift baskets, huh?” I teased him. The humor didn’t really come through to my voice, though.

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