“Of all the f*****g wolves in North America, why did it have to be HIM?” Heath paced back and forth across the small confines of William’s bedroom within the pack house. William wanted to reach out and comfort his mate, but Heath wasn’t in a mood to be comforted. “I mean, she rejected him, right? You were there, you heard it, she did it...”
William sighed and lowered his body onto the couch. “I heard it. But he never accepted her rejection.”
“What does that mean?” Heath raked his hands through his hair before he dropped down beside William with so much force that the sofa groaned in protest.
“I’m no expert,” William said slowly and carefully, “But maybe the bond wasn’t really severed.” He ran his hand up and down Heath’s thigh. “Or maybe she just can’t remember...”
“How can
