Jax
I searched high and low for Shiloh and Candace, spending very little time at our cottage. Too often, I was forced to stop in the middle of my search, because of the fever spells that had kicked into overdrive.
All day and night, my wolf and cat bickered, blaming each other for what was happening. Not only that, they were constantly arguing about which mate we should be with if we were only going to choose one.
What neither of them seemed to grasp was the fact that it wasn’t up to either of them. It was my choice, and I had already made the final decision long ago.
To make matters worse, I could feel Shiloh’s pain the first few weeks. It wasn’t anything that made me think she was on her deathbed, but it was a cause for concern.
When I stopped feeling the occasional pain, that’
