I stand there, watching the fear in her eyes and the way her body presses into the headboard like she might melt into it to hide. Her fingers clutch at the sheets, knuckles white from how tightly she grips the fabric, as if it’s the only thing anchoring her to reality.

This definitely wasn’t how she was supposed to find out. This was never in my plans, yet here I am, trying to figure out why I’m here and why my wolf lost control.

I rake a hand through my hair as I catch my breath from ...