This other man, attractive with long red-brown hair and wide green eyes, hasn’t missed Shayla’s tears. Every time he shifts his gaze to her, his soul flashes red with pain, and I know in my gut he’s reacting to her misery.

“Jamison,” Nolan murmurs.

“I thought Shayla and I…” He clears his throat. “I thought we spoke about—”

“We spoke about the needs of the pack taking precedence over personal, selfish wants. Didn’t we?”

The brief pause that follows Nolan’s words ...