He’ve been driving for an hour, maybe more, I don’t know. It’s hard for me to figure out exactly how much time has passed since the shock of Shane’s sudden appearance and the confirmation that he hates me has now eased.

I should’ve known it already, being what I am. Maybe I always did, but it was a knowledge I was happy to shove deep down in the well inside me to live with all my pain and hurt. Still, it’s like some sick joke that I’m an omega, a pack healer, and my mate—the one ...