She eats another pretzel, thinking over my request. Finally, Everly takes a deep breath, as if bracing herself for the pain of what she’s about to say.
“There was an accident when I was seventeen,” she whispers.
My stomach drops and I have to fight the urge to pull her across the console and wrap her up in my arms. The anguish in her voice damn near breaks my heart.
“I was out with my parents and my sister. We were going for a run with our wolves when…” she lets out a breath and squeezes her eyes shut. “We stumbled into traps. Bear traps,” she clarifies, pausing to clear her throat.
My wolf starts to whine. It’s obvious she’s still heartbroken over the event. I should probably tell her to stop, that she doesn’t have to tell me her story, but I want to know more. I want to know everythi
