Wren’s POV
I never should have listened to Kat. I never should have let her scare me.
I’m here now, mind you. I only made it to about eleven thirty on Friday night before the suspense, desperation, and missing her got the better of me and I came to the compound to wait for what I can only pray is her wolf’s decision to pick me.
But now it’s sunrise, and… nothing.
Please, I text her. It’s the third one I’ve sent her tonight. It’s karma, I know; I ignored her texts all week. Tell me what’s happening.
And then, finally—so swiftly, I can hardly believe it—a response.
My wolf chose Noah.
Only once before in my life did I feel this way—like invisible walls are caving in on me from all directions—like I can’t breathe, think, or see straight, and all I want is for it all to stop. Utter pani
