I hadn't wanted to leave Zara alone during such a time, when she was grieving for a dear friend. I had felt her pass out from the emotional exhaustion and I had held her in my arms while she slept and mumbled incoherently. It had felt so amazing to be able to hold my mate after so long. Even though the situation was less than ideal, my wolf felt at peace. The image of Zara barelling down the stairs of the pack house flashed through my mind and the realization that she had been in such a hurry because she wanted to be close to me, to make sure that...