LUKE POV
Lexi had gone ahead of Kevin and me on the way back to the Packhouse. I took a moment to admire her form, accentuated by all of the spandex she was wearing. Then I turned to Kevin.
“What was that?”
He pretended not to understand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’ve never lost a fight. Ever. Even to me. She’s good. One of the best I’ve ever seen, but she’s not better than you.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I thought you were healing.”
When Ella died, Kevin broke. We didn’t think he would survive the heartbreak of losing his mate. Many wolves don’t. My father didn’t, dying a month after my mother. When wolves mate, they share a part of themselves with the other. And when your mate dies, that part of you dies, too. Some can overcome it, like Kevin’s mom. Some can’t.
