Instead, the pull to return to the pack house grew stronger. I wanted days out in my spot, but I
wasn’t stubborn enough to do so. I needed to face whatever waited for me. My wolves needed to see me as the infallible alpha they trusted, and that was what I was going to give them.
I needed to listen to my wolf and trust that maybe he was right. Maybe Cait was more than she looked like on the outside.
Gods, I hoped so, because the more I thought about her, the more I wanted to wrap her in my arms and never let go. The draw of the mate bond was stronger than I ever believed, and the fact that she didn’t seem affected by any of it drew me in even further if I was being honest with myself.
Go to her. Give her a chance, my wolf said.
And if she doesn’t give us one? I asked.
My wolf angered,
