Brax POV
She was so damn stubborn.
Brax stalked through the trees, jaw tight, tension coiled under his skin like a live wire. He wasn’t sure what pissed him off more—Veronica insisting on putting herself in danger… or the fact that it mattered to him.
His wolf hadn’t helped. Whispering “mine” in front of half the damn pack like a feral beast.
It hadn’t been loud. Maybe no one had even heard it. But he had. And so had she.
And the worst part? He hadn’t stopped it.
Not the pull, not the instinct to touch her, scent her, claim her. The bond was creeping in like smoke under the door, curling through the cracks of his restraint.
And it scared the hell out of him.
And yet, here he was, prowling the edge of the pack territory like a wolf with an itch he couldn’t scratch.
He slowed when s
