There was a small celebration in honour of Adam’s recovery, and everyone in the pack was invited.
James had locked up the wolves who had tried to flee when Adam was in danger. Though I didn’t agree with it, I knew it was the wolf way. Those who ran might one day become traitors, and the pack had to protect itself. Still, it didn’t sit well with me.
After the party, Adam found me, lifting me into his arms and carrying me up to our room. His touch was tender, and his voice was soft as he whispered, "I told you to run."
His words broke something inside me, and I clung to him, hugging him as tightly as I could. The realisation that I could have lost him, that he might not have made it back to me, hit me all at once, and the tears began to fall. I cried for all the fear, for the love I sti
