He can’t have it both ways. It’s either me or her, and he has more to gain and less to lose if he’s with her.
Closing my eyes, I pull back. Unlike Chris, the wolf lets me pull away. His fingers linger for a moment, but when I peer up at him with pleading eyes, he releases me.
The soft touch disappears, and I’d give anything to keep it. To keep him.
I shouldn’t get more attached to him, though. If I’m going to leave to save myself, I can’t let him pull me back in no matter how much I want him to.
His eyes ask me to trust him, the soft, yearning glint promising comfort, but I take a few more steps away. I can’t.
As if he can read my mind, the wolf speaks, “I do not want that woman.”
I lift my eyes to him again.
“But your pack…”
“I do not like Angela, but I can’t call off the m
