CANDICE.
Two days.
Elaine had been inside our pack for only two days, and I already felt like I was losing my mind.
I told myself I didn’t care. I was here for revenge. I was here to end Hawthorne. I was here to protect my children. I had made it very clear to Killian that whatever happened between us changed nothing. I had f****d him against the wall like I hated him and then gone back to work like it meant nothing.
But watching her with him was slowly tearing me apart.
She moved around him with the ease of a woman who still knew him intimately. She would touch his arm when she spoke to him — light, familiar, like it was the most natural thing in the world. She would lean in close when they discussed strategy, her voice low and warm, her laughter soft and intimate. She made him almos
