Cara didn’t laugh. Not at first. She just stepped up beside me, bumped her shoulder against mine, and said, “Okay, one—please don’t get amnesia. You’re dramatic enough without memory loss. And two—if you did slam yourself against a tree, you’d probably break the tree and still be stuck with your overthinking ass.”
That got the tiniest breath of a laugh out of me.
Cara sighed. “Listen. You didn’t ruin anyone’s life. Rhys and Rafe? They’re grown-ass wolves. If they caught feelings, that’s on them. You didn’t promise anyone anything. You didn’t lead them on.”
I bit my lip, glancing down at the dirt beneath my boots. “Didn’t I?”
Cara nudged me again. “No. You’re allowed to not be ready. You’re allowed to be a mess. You just got out of hell with James, and now you’re dropped into this love
