In the shower, my thoughts were rough, an undercurrent of unease about Teagan and Link being out there together. It gnawed at me, this growing possessiveness that I couldn't seem to rein in. I was sure she was my mate now, and that realization only intensified my need to be near and protect her.
The nightmare that jolted me awake this morning was a recurring terror I'd lived with for as long as I could remember. I'm always running for my life in it, but I never see what's chasing me. It always ends with me bounding off a cliff, waking up just before the fatal impact. But this morning, something changed. As I teetered on the cliff's edge in my dream, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me back. Turning, I heard a voice, a whisper, calling my name. It was Teagan.
Waking up, I'd reflexively jerk
