Jake pulled back up at his pack border in three nights with Delilah by his side. She’d still been weak from the rejection, and that made the journey longer.

Her wolf was so small in comparison to his, so she was slower; slower and yet, a hundred percent more adorable. Her eyes looked the same, they made her seem fierce and yet, the rest of her was screaming harmless.

He wanted to laugh; he couldn’t even tell why he found it funny…but it was. The dark gray color of her wolf ...