The next morning, I woke feeling cold and lonely. I rolled over on the bed. Jared’s wolf was gone. I wasn’t that surprised. We hadn’t talked at all since he’d rejected me. I hadn’t even seen his face. He was hiding behind his wolf.

I would have never thought Jared would be afraid to face me.

The packhouse was very empty and quiet when I pulled myself out of bed and went down to the kitchen for breakfast.

I didn’t wake up in as much pain as I had the ...