When we reached the treeline, we shifted back, dressed, and headed for the packhouse. Jax slipped his arm around me, watching me with a strange smirk I couldn’t quite read.
“What’s with you?” I asked.
“Nothing. You just look happier,” he said.
“I guess. A run always helps.”
“Sure, but you’re actually smiling.”
“I didn’t realize. Oakley’s calmer now—that makes me feel better.”
“I know. I can feel her,” he said. I gave him a strange look.
“How?”
“What?” he asked, confused.
“How can you feel my wolf? We’re not fated mates, not marked.”
“I know. I asked my dad. He said we’re so close—and love each other so much—that it’s almost like being mates.”
“I guess that makes sense.” I looked ahead.
“What does? Do you feel it too?”
“Sometimes I know when you’re upset, even apart. I didn’t u
