Talia's POV
I pace the storage room, my mind tangled in thoughts. I can't even say this is what I'm thinking about because a series of it flashes across my head. Should I give in to these feelings now or face the battle ahead? I don't know who I am at this moment as that voice refuses to leave my head. Am I meant for another Pack? Am I in the wrong place right now?
The wooden walls of the storage room feel tighter now that I'm stuck in here with Bran, and the fact that I almost lean into whatever is about to happen between us doesn't help my nerves.
Bran is watching me, leaning on a stack of crates, his lips curled in amusement. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor at this rate."
I pause, just enough to stare at him before continuing my pacing. "I'm thinking, Bran."
"So am I." He
