When a wolf loses their mate, it doesn’t just leave a wound—it unravels something inside. Most don’t survive it. The ones who do often lose their minds.
Our mother held on longer than most, but she was never the same after he died. Something hollowed out inside her. She tried for Megan’s sake. Maybe even for mine. But in the end, the bond broke her.
Some wolves—very few—are granted a second-chance mate by the Moon Goddess. It’s rare. And never guaranteed. And I’m not sure our mother would have accepted another, even if one had come.
Losing her finished what losing him had started.
And suddenly, it was just me and Megan.
I dragged myself away from the window and headed to the bedside table, no need of going back to sleep
There was too much going on.
Too much rising.
Rex.
The pull
