On some level, I knew that this was the hardest thing, the worst thing about letting them in—I had no guarantee that I’d ever be able to get rid of them, because I had no guarantee that I would ever want to. The life I’d been living was no less than sensory deprivation.
Callum’s hand was on my neck again, and I leaned into it.
Safety. Warmth. Alpha, my pack-sense told me. I was a human and yet I could feel myself as if there was someone calling me as a wolf at the back of my mind. I should have known that I was strange. I should have known that me being strange would finally lead me down to a path which could never be taken for granted. For a path which had not even created. Lest treaded upon.
Callum. Here. Mine. And then, one by one, the others came forward, placing a hand on me, touch
