LOGINHe looked at my sister, then at me, and said it loud enough for the whole pack to hear. "I reject you, fatass." They laughed. My fated mate laughed. My sister smirked. I packed my bag that night and walked away with nowhere to go. I didn't get far. I fainted on the cold forest path between territories. When I woke up, I was in a cottage in a village that didn't know my name. Her name was Margaret. She told me my mother was soft like me, and that softness was never my weakness. Then I met him. Travis didn't see my size. He didn't see a rejected mate. He saw how I tended to injured birds. How my hands could calm a crying child. He said, "My pack would value someone like you." For the first time, someone was inviting me to stay, not asking me to shrink. But my old Alpha found me in my new village. He grabbed my arm hard enough to leave a bruise and growled, "My mate isn't going anywhere." Too late. I am not his second chance. I am someone else's first choice. And I finally learned I was enough all along.
View MoreChapter 10:Neither of us slept.Margaret sat in the chair with the poker across her knees like a woman in a story. I lay in the bed under two blankets with my eyes open and the bar down on the door, and every time the wind moved the shutters my whole body went tight."Go to sleep," she said around midnight."You first.""I'm old. I don't sleep.""Then don't tell me to."She made a sound that was almost a laugh and then the cottage went quiet again and we stayed like that until the dark started thinning.Around first light I heard her get up and go to the window. She stood there a long time with the shutter cracked and then she said, "Nothing. It's gone.""You don't know that.""No. I don't." She came back and sat down. "But the sun's coming up and a wolf doesn't stand in a clearing in the daylight. Not that one.""That one.""Get up. I'll make tea."So we got up.The morning was the same as the one before it, which felt like an insult. Frost and woodsmoke and Doris being loud about s
Chapter 9:I stood there with my hand on the door frame and the bar down behind me and said, "Who was that."Margaret didn't answer. She walked past me to the window and put two fingers against the shutter and moved it a half inch and looked out through the gap."Margaret.""Mm.""Who was out there."She let the shutter fall back. "I don't know.""You put a bar across your own door. You don't put a bar across your door for nobody.""I put a bar across my door every night of my life, girl. I'm an old woman living alone at the edge of a forest." She came back past me and picked up the poker and started doing something to the fire that didn't need doing. "You want to make a mystery out of it, that's your business.""Those tracks were a man's boots.""They were.""A big man. Not a kid. Not a trader with a cart.""Big boots. Yes.""And they came to the yard and went away again."Margaret set the poker down. "Jane. Sit.""I don't want to sit—""You're swaying." She said it flat. "You're sta
Chapter 8:"Yours," Margaret said.She was awake. Of course she was awake. She'd probably been awake since before I opened my eyes, sitting in that chair with her hands in her lap, watching me come up out of sleep."That's not what I asked.""It's the answer you get."I sat up.The room went sideways and I put a hand on the mattress and held still until it came back. Margaret didn't move to help me. She just sat there and watched, and I got the idea that she was taking my measure, and I didn't like it.I turned around and put my hand on the headboard."These letters," I said."Eat something first.""These letters, Margaret."The fire was out. The room was cold grey and my breath was coming out of me in a cloud, and my hand was on the carvings and my thumb was going back and forth over the top set like it had a mind of its own.Margaret stood up.She went to the hearth and knelt down and started building the fire back up. Kindling first. Then the bigger pieces. She took her time about
Chapter 7:I was so cold I couldn't remember my own name, and then I could, and that was worse."Jane." A hand on my jaw, turning my face. "Jane, look at me. What's my name?"I tried. My teeth were a machine and my jaw was doing all the work and nothing was coming out right."Mar—""Close enough. Stay with me."The fire was going and it wasn't enough. I could see it from the floor, the flames doing their thing behind the iron grate, and I could feel the heat on my face, and my back was freezing. My back was against ice. The whole left side of me was against ice."That's not —" I got out. "That's not right. The floor's not—""I know." Margaret was up and moving, and I heard her at the hearth, and I heard the poker, and then she was back and something heavy and warm got laid down along my back.Rocks. Heated rocks, wrapped in cloth, and the heat of them went through the blanket and into my spine and my whole body arched off the floor like a fish."There. There. That's what I thought." H
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