MATED TO MY BULLIES
"Or do we let the consequences of our actions play out?"
I looked at him, really looked at him, and saw something I'd never seen before. Fear. My youngest brother was scared.
"She's our mate," I said simply.
"She's a girl who wants nothing to do with us," he replied. "Maybe it's time we accepted that."
But I couldn't accept it. Will never do. The mate bond was pulling at me, demanding I find her, save her, bring her home. Even if home wasn't what she wanted.