The moment I drove into the pack house, I killed the engine and practically jumped out of the car, not just because of my anger but now because of my wolf who was pacing in my head almost aggressively now, Growling mate, confirming that Ashley is really here.
My chest tightened as I stood there, staring at the house, the rage that had pushed me all the way here mixing with this raw, insistent urge from my wolf. He wouldn't let up, that single word—mate—rumbling through my thoughts like a warning I couldn't ignore. It made everything sharper, the air cooler against my skin, my senses picking up traces of her even from outside. I'd come here ready to confront whatever stood in my way, but now doubt crept in. What if she didn't want to see me? What if I'd ruined it all for good? I shook my h
