We stand at the door of my room looking at one another. The hurt in Tate’s eyes is clear and I hate myself, but I can’t see a better option. Then suddenly a nasty snarl comes from his lips. I can only assume Odyn has pushed through.

“Tell me you were not about to fucking walk out on me?” he demands, his voice trembling in anger. I have never heard him sound like that before, and I am shocked how terrifying he can sound. He has only ever been sweet and kind to me. I guess it was easy to forget he was a pretty ruthless werewolf under all of...