My head was still spinning when I woke up, my body sore from the battle with those banshees. The last thing I remembered was Jeremiah catching me after I ripped that monster’s spine out. I had passed out in his arms, my body drained of all energy, but now that I was awake, the weight of everything came crashing down on me. The banshees, the chaos, and… Jeremiah. His touch still lingered on my skin, and despite everything, I felt the bond pulling me closer to him.
I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. There were more important things to focus on right now. The pack had just been attacked, and Jeremiah’s suspicion that my father was somehow behind it was driving me insane. How could he even think that? My father wasn’t some monster-summoning maniac. He would never put me at ris
