Ethan sat by the small window of the pack’s old infirmary, watching the first hints of dawn. He hadn’t slept all night. His wolf stirred under his skin, restless, pacing inside his mind like a caged beast ever since he found out that Adiana wasn’t really his sister, and something inside him refused to settle.
He pressed his palm against the cold stone wall, trying to ground himself while his wolf growled, whispering things he didn’t want to hear. That she was never his sister. That the pull he felt for her wasn’t wrong. That it had always been more than just family.
No…Ethan clenched his jaw. He would not let that happen.
He remembered when she was ten, small and lost after their parents died. She’d clung to him, trusting him completely. He’d sworn then and there he’d always protect her
