Isabella hadn’t come home last night and hadn’t even come by this morning.
Find mate, my wolf demanded. Find our mate now.
Find mate, Find our mate now.I balled the stem of a moonflower in my hand and listened to it crack. When I had mentioned killing Kylo last night, she’d bared her canines and growled possessively at me, like the man meant something to her.
He couldn’t. He f*****g couldn’t. She was mine.
A petal fell off the flower, drifted through the air, and landed on the oak desk, its light dimming by the moment until it went out completely.
I had run all around the pack last night, trying to find her and caught her conversation with Vanessa through the open living room window.
She had confessed that Kylo did mean something to her wolf.
didAnd it’d f*****g hurt to have to over
