I didn't sleep. Neither, I suspected, did Mia, two doors down in a house that had become steadily fuller over the last three weeks with people who mattered more than I'd ever expected to let myself need again.
Amara's words kept circling back no matter how many times I tried to set them down. It might be the beginning of something neither of you can undo once it's started. I'd spent three years running from the consequences of one irreversible choice. The idea of standing in front of the entire pack tomorrow and making another one, deliberately, with full knowledge that it might never fade, should have terrified me more than it did.
Instead, lying awake in a room that used to be my mother's, I found myself turning over a different question entirely. Not whether I was willing. Whether I'd
