REBECCA
It had never happened to me - being honestly, completely paralysed by fear.
It was not a feeling I liked. I was a wolf – a predator, not a deer in headlights: and yet, in that very moment, I was the prey, and the wolf in front of me the predator.
Another cramp hit me, and I doubled over myself, trying to stifle a groan – pleading for Maddox or Reiner, or any mated male, to come quickly.
“What do we have here?” Garrett softly chuckled – and panic surged in me when I saw his boots coming closer.
“Garrett, please …”
“Diving into a freezing, mountain river full of rocks all by yourself?” he, though, said – roughly grabbing me by the arm and pulling me up. “What, planning to make my poor little brother a widower before even marrying him?”
That snapped me out of my fear-induc
