
The man I love is marrying someone else. Cameron only met her today. Cam was the boy who taught me to shoot a bow and how to swim. He’d been kind to me when other packmates weren’t–because I was too small and too weak–in their words–to amount to anything. He loves me. He tells me so every day. But if he loves me–how can he leave me for someone else? Mate. My wolf insists. No, I tell her. If we had been mates, he’d never be able to do this to me…
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