Nate Having Sarah here sent Dante on a rollercoaster. Happiness washes through me in our shared body, and I can’t stop smiling. At the same time, he is edgy, and the urge to mark her is overwhelming. When he begged me to let him out, let them meet, he assured me he would follow our plan- to reassure her that we belong together and to find a way to her wolf. He wants to see her wolf come forward. So am I. Purring takes over Dante’s body, curling around Sarah’s tiny body, completely satisfied. Tomorrow is dreading closer, though. No matter how much I don’t want it, we only have 24 hours left. I’ve been creating a plan to schedule things at home and return as quickly as possible with answers. Uncovering the truth and telling her is essential, even though I have no idea how I’ll do either of those. She needs to know the truth more than I do. But whether she is ready to hear it or not... I can’t tell for sure. Her words about the mate bond and the pack are swirling in my head like a brok

Nate I don’t like clubs. Dancing is usually pure torture, but I’m having a good time today. Sarah has so many friends that I can’t keep track of names and relations. Josh is helping a lot, explaining who is who. I have a feeling that he usually looks out for Sarah as well, not just his girlfriend. My first vibe from him was confusing, but spending time with him and seeing his reactions made it clear that my first instinct of jealousy was needless. We stand at the bar, beers in hand, while the girls chat with friends a few steps away. Sarah walks toward me and shows two fingers on both hands. “Was that some kind of sign language I should understand?” I ask her and raise one of my eyebrows. “That was a sign for the bartender,” she replies with a mischievous smile. “Oh, I see.” I look behind me as the guy pours drinks. “Maybe I drink too much here if the bartender knows what I want from the other side of the room.” She laughs, but my only thought is that the bar is full of people,

Nate As the time for my departure draws near, Dante grows increasingly restless. He is hesitant to part ways with Sarah and is convinced that leaving things in limbo is a bad idea. She said she didn’t want to say goodbye at the airport, so we are cuddled up in my hotel room, spending the afternoon in each other’s arms. Do you want to come home with me? I almost ask. But I know I shouldn’t. After meeting Eleanor, I’m confident that my parents sent her away. I just need to understand why. But the truth is, I don’t actually care. Even without the mate bond, I fell for her in a few days. Every time we met, she was breathtaking, unforgettable, and different. Intelligent and caring and strong and always, always gorgeous and sexy. I had a chance to get to know her without the mate bond clouding my judgment. I know I love her. I want to explain everything to her, though. I need to know the truth so I can tell her. I’m confident that she also has developed feelings towards me and wants mo

Nate My mind buzzes with questions as I leave Avery and Daniel’s house. The loneliness I feel without Sarah taints the comfortable feeling of being home. On my way to Gabriel’s office, familiar faces wave at me, and the desire to tell everyone about my mate surges. Dante puffs his chest, displaying his happiness that we are taken. While parking at the packhouse garage, a patrol guard mind-links me that a rogue attack is happening at the border. I quickly abandon my car and shift, asking for specific directions. The trees whizz past in a blur as Dante increases speed. Fresh snow splatters behind us from each paw as we swiftly maneuver around trees. His expert moves make me stunned to this day. He is fully alert and focused when we arrive at the scene and wastes no time jumping into the fight. I access five rogues against our three warriors and quickly push off a rogue of a grey wolf with white ears, whom I recognize as Flynn. I go after it and bite his leg. Keeping it in my jaw, I sh

Nate For the past three days, I have been visiting our allies. I met three of our closest neighbors on the first two days. As I had suspected, none of them had experienced the rise in border attacks that we had. I didn’t give away anything about Mark or what we suspected, but they came to the conclusion that our pack was the target, and they assured me they’d aid us if necessary. Yesterday, though, the things I saw in two of the packs I visited made me suspicious. I only met the Beta in both packs, claiming that their Alpha family went on a trip, but they kept referring to them in past tense like they were dead. I hid that I recognized it and sent two observers to each pack. We might be allies, but they are hiding something. Many members of our pack come from other packs, thanks to the numerous mating balls my mother hosted over the years. This comes in handy when we need information. We have family ties with both of these packs, and I sent our people for a ‘family visit.’ They will