My shift at the sawmill passed by like a slow daze. It felt like years since I worked. Even though my wolf missed Jessica, it felt good to get out of the pack house.

There was an unspoken tension between the pack members. No one trusted Jessica as if they should. Why would they? Her wolf attempted to attack me, her mate.

And the strain was hurting Jessica’s mind and body. I could feel the heaviness of her heart and the way she wanted to fit in. The way she wanted to shift and ...