REBECCA
That same afternoon, I moved into the pack house – and, more specifically, into Reiner’s bedroom. The incident with the reporter had been eye-opening, and knowing this wouldn’t be the last time I got harassed by one of them, I’d realized I didn’t want nor had the right to compromise Frances and Paisley’s privacy and safety.
Officially, I’d be moving into the pack house, in a different room: our world was a rather conservative one, especially when it came to powerful matches, and couples who lived together or completed the mating process before the ceremony were often shamed – especially women.
The reality, though, was different: the previous night’s events had proven well enough that Reiner and I couldn’t be apart for too long, at the risk of our wolves going crazy, and Reiner
