Samantha

What an asshole!

I bit my lips as I clamped down on the tiny shred of jealousy that snaked it's way through me as I watched Logan attend to his mate.

I wasn't sure how I had done it, but I had given Gracie more injuries than I intended to.

So much for being a late bloomer.

My parents were the best of the best among the pack warriors, and my mum had made sure to drill me continuously. Especially after she had found out that I didn't have a wolf.

My wolf.

I had met her briefly, and ...