Maverick kissed the back of Carrie’s neck. She moaned in her sleep, snuggling into him. He thought about what she had said. She believed that he could lead his pack again. He wanted to believe it too. But he still had his own doubts. Wyrd was uncontrollable and unpredictable. He didn’t know whether his pack could handle seeing him the way he was now.
“You see yourself like Kalan does. Though you blame him for behaving the way he does.” Carrie’s words echoed in his mind. Maverick sighed, and got out of bed. He put on his jeans and sat in the chair facing the window. He knew that he did that, but he couldn't help it, especially when it involved others.
Seeing Gordon again pulled on instincts he thought were dead. The need to protect his pack rode him hard, and he couldn’t deny it, he co
