I don’t know what possesses me. I swear I don’t have a death wish. Maybe Caramel took my filter when she yanked out the mate bond.

“I don’t need my little wolf,” I say. “I have your big one.”

He growls.

“Your wolf likes me.” I lick my dry lips, and plunge ahead, right over the cliff. “He saw someone touch me, and he did something about it. You’re mad because you were asleep at the wheel, and he went after the wrong guy. I own going after Haisley the other night. That was on me. But this was you.”

“You’re gonna tell me how to lead my pack?” He...