CONNOR
Evan was so fast asleep by the time we arrived at the pack house, to the point that not even my clumsy attempt at getting him out of his seat woke him up.
Well, that’s a first.
“Let’s go see how mommy’s doing, buddy,” I whispered. I had no doubt she was already there: if her scent, laced with anger, permeating the whole place wasn’t enough, the fact that several of my packmates had mindlinked me asking me why their Luna had walked into the house alone and looking as pissed as hell would’ve done it.
Not that I had any doubt on how she was doing: she hadn’t closed her side of the bond, and I could feel the roaring river of her anger, of her bitterness, mostly towards me and her father, clouding the rest of her mind.
Unfortunately, I knew my mate – and I knew how she could get
