She wasn’t wrong.
“I knew what a mating bond was when Jax arrived.” My voice was soft as I sifted through my memories. “Although I don’t know who told me or how I knew, but there was no mistaking what I felt when I looked at him.”
“Relief that your mate was so powerful?” Maeve pressed.
After a second of debate, I decided there was nothing wrong with the truth. “Not relief. Powerful wolves terrified me, but Jax had just killed a nightmare. My nightmare. In that moment, he was a hero. I succumbed to this girlish notion that I was facing a happily-ever-after and he was my knight in shining armor.”
Rolling her eyes, Maeve turned back around. “Ridiculously.”
“It was,” I admitted. “I realized that fairly quickly. I didn’t have the luxury of feeling like a girl, and there are no easy happily
