Pursing my lips, I watched the trees swaying back out the window. I looked out the window and saw the smile on my face. I had won the battle against Michael.
But this victory was not mine alone. It was mine and my mate's. My mate loved and cared for me, so he let me win. What better moment than this?
When I almost reached my pack, I started to get anxious again. I mentally rehearsed what I would say after seeing Robert, made several drafts that didn't feel right, and my fingertips turned cold. Every time I got nervous, my body would react like this.
I hadn't seen Robert for months, and whenever I heard about him, it was from someone else. He almost killed me in the woods and marked me. He didn't get away with it because of Michael.
But he paid a terrible price for it, and from that day on, there was no turning back. He lost his werewolf status, his dignity, his status, and even his parents, who had always valued him.
