“Easy, friend. They are not going to take her from you. Jada is reputed to be a fair, wise leader, and she will deal with him appropriately. You got your licks in. Now it’s time to let it go.”
My head swiveled toward him as my lip lifted, the snarl right there on the edge, fangs fully descended in my mouth.
He held up both hands in a placating gesture. “You’ve come so far in a short amount of time. I’d hate to see you slip back because of this.”
The words struck me like a battering ram. Was I slipping backward? My vision was still red tinged, my wolf on a hair trigger.
Shit, s**t, s**t.
I couldn’t let myself go feral again, not now, not ever. The mocking voice in the back of my head taunted me, eager to watch me fall.
You’re a feral wolf. Finding your mate isn’t going to change that.
