Jane

“We are not scared of him,” they announced, their chins raised defiantly. “How dare he think of killing our friend? Your wolf saved you. She didn’t allow him to kill you. She took the pain meant for you—if not, you could have been dead. We are not afraid of that trash.”

I was speechless. They knew they might not survive when facing him in battle, but they still chose to help me. This was genuine love. The love and care were real, unlike the fake bond I’d been cursed ...