Dean was torn between his sister and Kiera. How was he supposed to choose? How could he not choose? His sister was clearly pack, Kiera was once pack as he’d been told several times now.
Dean reminded each person who dared to remind of this, that he never gave her permission to leave the pack. He’d at least admit that he didn’t just say it, but growled at them, annoyed in a way he didn’t remember ever being before.
His mood wasn’t improving, either. Dean struggled to keep his head on the more pressing issues. Trisha was under the thumb of James, but her life wasn’t threatened in any way. This had never happened before in all the years they’d known each other.
He must get and keep his head in the game. His territory was at stake and his people were in danger of attack from the Jasper Sound Pack. It was his job to lead these people, and he was the one who’d protect them from anything and everything.
Kiera needed him just as much as the rest of the pack. The differenc
