Chapter Twenty-Two: Unraveling Threads
Isaiah’s POV
The nursery door creaked open as I leaned against the wall in the hallway, trying to get a handle on my thoughts. Josiah had stormed out moments ago, his footsteps heavy with frustration. I couldn’t blame him—hell, I felt it too—but his stubbornness started to wear on me.
He could deny it all he wanted, but the bond was real. And the more time we spent around Savannah, the more impossible it was to ignore. My wolf was practically howling in my head every second she was near, and I was barely holding him back.
You’re letting him fight what we know is true, my wolf growled, his voice sharp and insistent. She’s ours. She’s perfect for us.
“Shut it,” I muttered under my breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. “This isn’t the time.”
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