Chapter

Sixteen

Asher

Imaginary twigs broke under our feet as Jackson and I walked away from Devon. Devon, who’d seen my wolf, proven she existed, and whose own beast called to mine like a siren lured sailors to the rocks. I hated how turned on I still was, how hard my nipples were under my bra. Jackson didn’t say anything as we continued down the path together. His clenched jaw and stiff posture said it all for him. He was pissed.

“It was just a wolf thing, that’s all.” Using every ounce of strength I had, I kept my voice from wobbling. I’m not sure why I felt the need...