Dare

I am not okay. Not even a fucking little bit. My emotions are the mental equivalent of a tornado that’s decimated a small town.

When I crawled back to the North Pack’s mating cabin, I did it on autopilot. For several years, I took care of myself without reaching out for any help, and I was comfortable with that lifestyle. But the witches fucked me up. I knew when I managed to get away for the second time that I was a hell of a lot more injured than I could deal with on my own.

My first thought was to go to Sable and the other pack alphas,...