She got back there in seconds, but in her head it was already too late. As she ran, every nerve in her body cursed her for abandoning him, even when she knew he was in danger. The self-loathing cut deeper with every stride. She could live with leaving her mother behind to Falcon—after all, Larson was with her, and she was being held by her own kind, most importantly, she wasn't a criminal, her crime could be forgiven.

But Jeremy? That was different. She could imagine him being torn apart by her pack after series of tortures that shouldn't even exist.

It was tragic, almost laughable, how her biggest problem...