I should’ve let it go.
I should’ve walked away when my father ordered the retrieval.
I should’ve ignored the way Michelle looked at Michael like he was her entire damn world.
But I didn’t.
Because I was tired.
Tired of the way Michael made everyone question their place. Tired of the way he kept winning—training, fights, loyalty, affection.
And now?
He had taken her.
The human girl that was supposed to be nothing. A phase. A mistake.
But she wasn’t.
She was his mate.
And that made her dangerous.
As I stood at the edge of the forest, just beyond the cabin they had escaped to, my fists clenched tighter than I realized. My wolf was restless under my skin, snarling every time I replayed the way she reached for him, how he looked back at us like we were the villains.
And maybe we we
