Bennett.
 
 That name.
 
 I knew that name.
 
 Didn’t I?
 
 Of course I did.
 
 It was lost somewhere in the fog, out in the fringes, but I knew it.
 
 Barely spoken aloud anymore.
 
 They had betrayed the wolves.
 
 They were the enemy.
 
 And if they thought I was going to stand by and let them take my Alpha from me, then they were mistaken.
 
 I would do anything to protect her.
 
 Anything.
 
 I didn’t dream of wolves.
 
 Instead, there was a shadow above my bed.
 
 I couldn’t move.
 
 I couldn’t scream.
 
 It leaned over me and whispered in my ear.
 
 It said—
 
 I opened my eyes.
 
 The sky was gray through the window.
 
 I blinked as I yawned, jaw cracking.
 
 I heard Ezra moving downstairs in the kitchen. I could smell the terrible coffee he always made. I grinned to myself.
 
 I pushed myself up out of bed, scratching my bare stomach as I popped my back.
 
 I felt… good.
 
 My head was clear.
 
 I looked around for the jeans I’d been wearing the day before. They were folded on top of my dresser.
 
 I frowned. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember taking them off and putting them there.
 
 I shook my head. It was nothing. Yesterday was… well. It was what it was. And even if I only had a vague recollection, it was fine. Michelle was happy. Ezra was happy. I’d done a good job. They cared about me, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.
 
 I grabbed the jeans and sniffed them. They smelled all right. There was the scent of a foreign wolf on them, and… hay? When the fuck had I been around hay?
 
 Whatever.