The worst part wasn't the bond itself. It was how *right* it felt, even as every rational part of me screamed that this was wrong. That I couldn't trust them. That accepting this would be the biggest mistake of my life.
But my wolf didn't care about rational thought. She remembered Kyle's gentle voice during the shift, Caspian's devastated face when he realised what they'd really done, and Asher's raw honesty about their jealousy. She wanted to go back to them, to lean into their warmth and strength and let them take care of us.
I rolled over, burying my face in my pillow. "Stupid wolf," I muttered. "Stupid bond. Stupid everything."
The sound of gravel crunching in the driveway made me bolt upright. Grandmother's car. I glanced at the clock, three in the morning. Whatever meeting she'd
