KADE

“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride”

That was my waking thought that morning, and at first, it seemed bizarre. But as the day progressed, I understood why that line kept looping in my mind. The universe had decided to plague me with thoughts of Ella Harper, and I hated it.

Getting out of bed was the worst part. I already knew I’d spend my day in a permanent state of irritation, and I wasn’t looking forward to it.

It had been at least forty-eight hours since her name was mentioned at the pack meeting, and I was still thinking about it. The fact that she had come up...