Raven’s P.O.V.
I stormed out of the school building, my fists clenched, my jaw shut tight, and my heart pounded like a war drum. Every step I took away from Jojo felt like a betrayal of some sort, like I was ripping apart some invisible tether that had snapped into existence the second I had laid eyes on her.
*Go back!* Wilco's growl rumbled in my mind, thick with frustration and instinctual demand.
*Take what’s yours. She is ours.*
I sucked in a sharp breath and forced my wolf down.
“Not happening,” I muttered under my breath, shoving my hands deep into the pockets of my worn jeans. I knew all too well how this played out in the werewolf world when living inside a pack. Mates found each other, lost themselves in each other, and didn’t resurface until their bond was sealed, their ma
