“The hell I can't,” I growled. “I know our truths; he can't twist them. He can't twist us.”
“He is a part of Trevor, but he doesn't see things as Trevor does,” Fenrir tried again. “He will not listen to you, Daughter. You will not be able to reason with him as you do with Trevor. Please, trust me on this; I've seen it before.”
“The Eclipse,” I whispered.
“Yes; the Eclipse,” Fenrir said gently. “Normally, it hits a man whose mate has died. When the love is so great that the pain is unbearable, the wolf will take over for the man and end things quickly.”
“Are you saying that Trevor is going to commit suicide?” I nearly shrieked.
“No.” Fenrir held up a staying hand. “This isn't that type of Eclipse. Trevor experienced something that hurt him so deeply that he didn't want to feel it; he couldn't bear to feel it. As I said, our wolves have a different perspective than us; they are more practical in a way. A wolf doesn't wallow in pain; he licks his wounds and fights on. They are a great comfort when we face a trauma of this magnitude. But the Eclipse is supposed to be a temporary thing; ending in death. This wolf has no end to face; he's been given free rein without a time limit, and he's basking in it. I will have to pull him back slowly.”
“Where is he?” I asked simply.
“No, Vervain,” Fenrir growled.
“Where is he?!” I shouted, and my wolf came out with it; adding her fury to my voice.
“He's at the club,” Fenrir whispered with wide eyes. “Sweet moonbeams, maybe you can bring him back.”
“Of course, I can,” I growled. “I've gone to the Void to bring my men back. Do you think I'd do any less for Trevor?”
“There's my girl.” Fenrir began to smile and then looked down pointedly. “Perhaps you should change first.”
I took a look at my bedraggled self and the stained coat I wore. I think it was Azrael's. Then I sighed deeply and rushed forward to hug Fenrir.
“Thank you, Father,” I whispered. “You brought me back. Now, let me bring him back.”
“Ah, Little Frami,” Fenrir said as he held me. “You will always find shelter here. You don't have to thank me for it.”
I eased away—my smile a shaky, fragile thing—and I headed for the door.
“Your other husbands are in the dining hall,” Fenrir said. “Don't you dare leave them here and force me to deal with them. They're like a flock of squawking chickens; I'm about ready to snap some necks.”
I laughed. “I won't leave them.”
“And, Little Frami,” he called out.
I turned around.
“Wait until dark to approach him,” Fenrir suggested. “He will feel safer—stronger—and that will make him more receptive to you. A wolf doesn't engage unless he believes he'll win.”
“Got it,” I said.
“Never forget that it's the animal you deal with, not the man,” Fenrir warned one last time. “He is Trevor, but he isn't. He will be cunning and cruel, but he will love you fiercely too. Exploit that if you have to. The beast will not know how to battle his own heart.”
“Thanks, Dad.” I was finally able to wrestle out a smile for him. “Don't worry; I won't let him go this time.”
Fenrir chuckled. “I think it might be the other way around.”
Chapter Thirty-One
I did as Fenrir advised and took my men home, cleaned up, and waited for dark. I forced myself to eat and spend some time with Lesya—storing up my physical and emotional strength—before I got ready to confront my husband.
I decided to wear something a little more wild; a black leather dress, knee-high boots, and black, silk underwear. My hair was loose and tousled—a rampant mass of waves down my back—and my makeup was dark; black eyeshadow and red, kiss-proof lipstick. I felt as if I were going to battle.
My husbands and boyfriends would be staying home, though it galled them to do so. I didn't want Trevor to see them and getting spooked. They understood and even agreed, but it's hard to let someone you love head into battle alone. Every one of them was grim-faced and tense.
I kissed them goodbye and stepped into the tracing room with a shiver in my belly. I determinedly pushed away my anxiety; this was Trevor. I knew him as well as I knew myself. And I knew his wolf too. How many times had I seen the savage glint in Trevor's eyes and known that it wasn't just a man holding me? Innumerable. I could do this.
I stepped out of the Aether and into Moonshine's basement. I was in a cement corridor with doors on both the left and right of me and a flight of steel stairs directly ahead. There were rooms down here that we rented out to vampires who accidentally stayed out past dawn, but they were all currently empty. The night was still strong; daylight hours far away. Hopefully, Trevor would feel strong too.
I climbed the stairs and strode out into the club on the VIP balcony; my
