When I made it out of the bathroom, Red and Amara were even more concerned. They'd thought my wolf wanted to take over and that I was fighting to keep her in. I couldn't blame them, could I? Until just one day ago, that had been the biggest issue in my life—controlling my wolf.
Not anymore.
I'd made a decision while I'd stood in front of Haworth the night before —I was never going to try to order her, control her, tell her what to do.
Instead, I was going to let her lead. It's so simple, it should have smacked me in the face a long time ago. She was a guardian, a warrior—my protector. From now on, I was going to work with her and not foolishly believe myself to be the boss.
And now that her secret—and mine—was out in the open, I doubted we'd have reason to disagree.
My wolf knew my thoughts and how I felt. She liked it. I think she… she liked me. In the storm that was my life, that was the one thing that kept me grounded.
