Chapter Forty-Three: Ambush
Jace
My wolf had stopped speaking to me.
That was new. Seven years of an internal running commentary — restless, opinionated, occasionally useful — and now furious silence. He had made his position clear, been ignored, and had withdrawn into dignified contempt.
My wolf knew what Kaida Hawkins was. He had known since we took her from Greymore Forest, since before I had even seen her face properly. He had been making his position clear ever since with patient persistence. He knew he was right and was willing to wait.
I was not willing to agree with him.
Rogues didn’t have mates. The separation from pack severed that part of a wolf along with everything else, the capacity for it going dormant or dead along with the bond. For seven years I’d had no yearning fo
