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hay pulled back a few inches, and my heart sank. Was she here to tell me they still weren’t letting me out? I braced myself for it, even as I hoped with all I had for something else. I wasn’t sure when or how, but the wolf was slowly letting me back to the forefront.
Maybe it was her, my mate. The wolf loved the girl, but the bond couldn’t be solidified while the wolf was in charge, and he knew it. Even feral, he knew.
And so it was that I was present, lucid, if not in the driver’s seat, when she spoke next.
“They don’t want to let you out because they’re afraid you’ll be a danger to the males of the pack while our bond isn’t complete.”
I bit back the growl that wanted to escape. The last thing she needed was me snarling at her for having the bad luck to be mated to me. I kep
