Chapter 68

Troy

“It’s a nice day,” I said. “Want to go for a swim?”

Quinn gave me a dubious look. I felt her hesitation. “I don’t…not with all the Lycans outside.”

“You don’t like having them here?” I know she didn’t. I felt the shiver of resentment running through her when she said the word Lycan.

“The girls are okay. I like them…well, most of them. I can’t stand Margie. She’s just the werewolf version of Caroline.”

I laughed and swept hair out of her face. “Yeah, she’s a piece of work-” I rolled off the bed to get my trunks -“but not as bad as Caroline.”

I walked into my closet and stared straight at the painting of my prophesied mate, the one the witch gave me ten years ago. It had been there, hidden behind my row of suits, for nearly five years. Someone moved it. Glover? My father?

I decided to worry about it later.

I picked the heavy painting up, and quickly moved it to its original place. I didn’t want Quinn to see it. Not yet. I’d already overwhelmed her with big and terrifying news, and