I was a ball of testosterone, ready to be unleashed. The Order Suppressant may have kept my Wolf buried in me, but it couldn’t keep my instincts at bay. And the mate bond was a power of its own, driving me to be with her, find her, free her. I didn’t know where it ended and I began. But I was a slave to it. A slave to her. A month in this place without her sounded almost as bad as the extra years on my sentence right now.
