My wolf has been growling at me nonstop, snapping at people, trying to take control and go back to Annabelle, ever since I left her with Kyle yesterday.
At first, I managed to ignore him but when I finally overstepped my boundaries and snapped at the beta of the pack, in front of the alpha, this latter asked me what was wrong with me.
I was acting out of character, and all knew me to be made of steel. This was not me. I didn’t make a habit of snapping at my superiors just because they asked me how I was doing.
“My mate is torn between me and a vampire friend of hers,” I said truthfully. “I think she might be more into him than she is into me.”
“Okay,” the alpha drawled, his eyes going soft on me. He understood just how important mates were. I was the fool who didn’t and had to se
