Markus' POV
Ordinarily, my instincts would have caused me to snap at any wolf daring to accuse my mate of something that wasn't her fault.
But this was not an ordinary situation, and I tried to empathise with the stressed mother who didn't know if her pup could be saved.
My wolf, Abel, butted his big furry head against Lana's hand as we went past, wanting to reassure her without words that it was OK and it wasn't her fault.
If anything, I felt like it was my fault. I was so overjoyed at finally meeting my mate after years of searching, that I leaped into the situation without thinking if it was best for her, or for my pack - I only thought about what was best for me, what I wanted.
The guilt settled down heavily as I trotted after the pack doctor, the pup and its mother.
Now we wer
