Chapter 147

Dante Twigs snapped beneath my boots as I took a walk round the woods with Thorne. We'd gone on patrol around the pack and now we were inspecting the pack's borders. I was hardly able to be in the moment, my eyes scanning the perimeters even as my mind ran a mile per minute. Isabel. I wanted to do something for her; show her just how much she meant to me. I'd stayed up at night recalling all the horrible things I'd done in the beginning; cuffing her to the bed despite the injury she'd had on the side of her stomach, the ankle monitors...