-Daphne-
Jackson didn’t return, not even as darkness enveloped the room. I sat up and glanced around, feeling a deep sense of wrongness about his absence. I understood why. We were mates, and I craved his presence. Even my wolf had retreated, urging me to think hard about our situation, and I was beginning to do just that.
I pondered Jackson’s suggestion more and more, recognizing the potential it held. Yes, it might also ignite my family’s wrath, but if we truly wanted to, we could emerge victorious. The fear gnawed at me, but I knew I had to overcome it if I wanted the sweet prize waiting at the end. I just hoped Jackson would return soon.
As if summoned by my thoughts, he stepped into the room, and I looked up in surprise. He glanced at me briefly before heading toward the shower.
Go out there!
“In the shower?” I whispered, feeling a rush of uncertainty.
Yes! my wolf pressed. You know what you have to do. Follow his plan.
“Follow his plan,” I mumbled, grappling with the idea.
Was I
