My pulse pounds in my ears. “She was mine,” I snarl. Her eyes find mine, sharp. “And maybe she could’ve stayed yours, if you’d fought for her the way you’re trying to start a fight now.” That lands like a punch, I step back. She lays a hand on my shoulder. “Go home, son. The worst is over. Let
JASON A few minutes later, I step back from the door and lean against the cold wall outside Bay 3 with my arms crossed. Inside, Daniel hasn’t moved an inch. He’s still holding Stacy’s hand like she belongs to him and she’s his to keep. 'Wrong. She’s ours,' my wolf growls, low and possessive, e
Daniel meets my eyes, calm, smug, and too composed. “Oh, so you think,” he says. “She belongs with me now.” My jaw locks so tight I taste blood. “You think I’m going to let you carry her off like some trophy?” He smirks. “Don’t need to carry her off. She comes to me willingly because she is my
JASON I don’t move from the doorway after giving Hannah the order to follow Stacy’s instructions without question. Honestly, I’m still reeling from how the hell is she alive? And why did she agree to my mother’s request to come heal my sick packmates but turn me down flat, even when I was on my
STACY “So, are you going to stand there staring all night, or actually show us to your sick packmates?” I ask Jason, breaking the awkward silence he’s so determined to stretch just because Daniel’s hand is still wrapped around mine. Typical Jason. He doesn’t say a word. Just turns and walks off
I grip the seatbelt across my chest a little tighter, a cold sweat clinging to the back of my neck. I remember sweet, stubborn Dr. Hannah, who helped me escape, and gave me a second chance. I wonder if she’s still here. I hope I get to see her… tell her thank you. Properly. “Hey,” Daniel says ge