Canon
We laid her out on the grassy plain on the side of the road. There wasn’t a car in sight. No help was coming, but I knew that it didn’t matter. Help wasn’t what I needed.
Giselle was bundled up in a blanket. So was Fiona. It rippled in the wind and was another reminder that Demetrius had made her as vulnerable as he could before he chained her up to that f*****g wall.
“You can call her wolf. You’re a strong alpha, Canon,” Giselle said quietly. “Use that power to force out her wolf so she can heal.”
“You’re asking me to compel her. It is what she fears more than anything, and I don’t even know if I’m capable of it.”
I’d called wolves. I’d ordered wolves. I’d killed wolves.
But I’d never reached her wolf. I’d probed, of course, but many omegas didn’t shift. I just wanted to meet
