I tell him I just need to get through this meeting first. Then I’ll deal with Everly being my fated mate. He settles a little bit. Until he hears my next thought.
I’ll reject her and that will be that.
A series of snarls and pained whimpers echo in my head, bringing my migraine right back to the surface. I clutch the sides of my head as if I could keep all the crazy thoughts and urges inside.
Once my wolf has said his piece, I say mine. I reason with the brute, listing off all the reasons Everly is the least suitable mate.
First of all, she can’t even shift. It’s the worst kept secret in the three packs. Everly never joins us for runs in the forest after dark. She never hunts with us. She never lets her wolf slip, not even when she’s upset. Some of the women in my pack gossip about her
