The nervous energy had nowhere to go. It bounced around my ribs, settled in my stomach, then climbed right back up again until I felt like I needed to either start running laps around the packhouse or throw myself off the roof.
This was ridiculous.
I was a grown man. A Beta. One of the strongest warriors in the pack.
I'd stood in front of a raging Alaric multiple times without blinking.
I'd broken bones.
Taken hits.
Walked into fights knowing there was a decent chance I wouldn't walk back out.
So why did asking one woman on a date feel infinitely more terrifying than any of that?
Knight didn't even hesitate.
‘Because you like her.’
‘I know.’
‘You love her.’
The wolf didn't say another word after that.
He didn't need to.
Because he was right.
Completely, annoyingly, painfully
