Olive – POV
The quiet hum of the home offered a fragile sense of comfort. Wrapped in a throw blanket, I rested my head on Jennifer’s shoulder, my tears long dried but my heart still throbbing. She was the closest thing to a mother that I had. I must have drifted into sleep at some point,though sleep didn’t feel like rest anymore.
In my dream, I wasn’t alone.
I stood in a clearing of silver grass under the moonlight. Jace was there, his back turned to me.
"Jace," I whispered.
He turned, eyes distant. And then Jenelle appeared beside him, her hand sliding into his.
I gasped awake, clutching my chest. The mate bond pulsed like fire under my skin.
"Stop thinking about him," I hissed at myself, dragging a pillow onto my lap. But Quinn, my wolf, stirred in the back of my mind.
"He’s hur
