Tara paced the floor of the bedroom like a caged wild animal. She couldn’t calm down, no matter what she told herself. No amount of pep talk or replays of Martin’s assurance that everything would go well helped calm her nerves. The very color of the walls had even begun to irritate her.
Martin had left her that morning saying he was going to address the pack. He was determined to sort everything out and inform them of what she meant to him. Tara knew how hurt Martin had felt about Martha’s betrayal. She had felt the emotion as though it were her own, even though she had never met the woman. She had also felt his anger like a hot burn inside her.
But that was not what worried her so much. Martin had told her he was going to inform the pack about her. Tell them they were mated. Tara’s stom
