Chapter 23 Fitting

• EZRA'S P.O.V
• As I sat in Imagen's hospital room waiting for Tegan, I couldn't help but wonder how she had been doing. I have been keeping my distance from her for many reasons. One reason being this overwhelming sense of need to be around her, something I am not used to. Then there was the fact I truly was busy with interrogating both Kirk and Lydia for more answers. I don't like torture, but they leave me no room to make any other judgment calls. It was deeper than just her wanting to be the queen of the werewolf kingdom. What other ulterior motives were behind their deception? Another question I kept asking was who all working with them was. Was there something bigger going on that my kingdom needed to be prepared for? Witches don't work for free, which led me to believe there was more going on, something a lot bigger, and I needed to get to the bottom of it.
• I could smell pumpkin spice before I could even hear the footsteps nearing in. A smell my wolf carved above all else. It was like she was made out of my favorite dessert, pumpkin pie. Her smell intoxicated me, I could be surrounded by her scent all day if I allowed myself. But I couldn't form any attachments. I was still on the fence about allowing her to be my mate, although it was beginning to look like no other option considering the contract was already signed and the wedding is set to happen in two days. All the major royals have been informed and will be attending. If I was going to back out, I should have done it by now. But something wouldn't allow me to, no matter how much I protested against it internally. Luckily, her training in both combat and her queen studies will start once the wedding is consummated. That way, she will at least be fit in the eyes of the royals in all the other areas, if she takes to it well.