I settle back against the wall. I’m amped. The steam’s doing nothing for my tension. I’m not gonna go chasing off after Fallon Campbell and rend him limb-from-limb. That’s crazy. He’s just a kid, and he’s just doing what I asked. I’m going to sit here and relax. Nothing’s changed. I am who I’ve always been. I don’t have a mate. My wolf and I are one—the only flip-shifter in three generations. Everything is as it should be. As I’ve made it. The pack is good. All is well or soon will be. A low rumble sounds in my throat. I swallow it down.
