Mila didn't sleep. Not because was doubting what felt, but because finally understood weight what her decision would do with everyone around. Loving was never just loving inside that pack; loving was altering alliances, was displacing forces, was pushing men accustomed to command to territories where controlled nothing.

She passed hand over own arms, not from cold, but containing restlessness running through her skin like warning. Thought about Nolan and way he'd looked at her previous ...